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Crack Baby Cradles - Hell Razah
Ladies and gentlemen
Renaissance child
We burn rosters and rap labels
When I burp
It's a volcano
I spit lava since the lunch table
From the grave to the baby cradle
I have your favorite
Rapper handicapped and disable
You like a stepson
I help raise you
Disrespectful
And unthankful
To everything that your pops gave you
See this rap sh*t is half snitching
Feds listening so what's the difference
They point you out
And they give descriptions
Just labelled it the music business
Same sh*t got the youth addicted
It's bullet holes in the kitchen
When the dame was missing
Coke sniffing in the board room
Of Richard Nixon
Too many hitmen
Don't trust chaffeurs
We snuff bugs in your range rover
And put wires on your gang of soldiers
Nextel got your cell tap
It got cameras where we sell crack
In the ghetto where the wealth's at
It's too bad
'Cause they held back
We came strapped like Geronimo Black
Knock 'em down like dominos
Where niggas love following cats
They power rulez or they crips
But we lost hebrews
Black Jews in the jungle
'Cause it's famine of food
Niggas looking at me wrong
'Cause I'm handing them jewels
I'm like a wiseman
Stranded on a planet of fools
The cannon'll move when niggas
Understanding my shoes
Back up
Raze' and Rubix Cube
And I ain't really gon' f**k
With this dude
Nigga
Get it right
Man