[Intro]
Yeah, bounce to this
Yeah, bounce, uh
Shake ya titties, mom, yeah
Come on, one love, for the shorties
Outta Browns, son, nigga right now
Chicks, go get me a drink
Eyein` a nigga right now
Let`s go over there, who pop on that side?
[Hook 2X]
Razah, Zah, Zah, Zah
Ra, Zah, Zah
[Hell Razah]
She like rocks like The Flintstones
Hit chicks in all skin tones
Young chicks can`t wait to get bonned
I`m like the floor you get slip on
I love my dunns when they clips long
Max Julian, son, that ain`t gangsta
We smack niggaz outta anger, shit
Get locked up, turn spoons into bangers
What, hit the chick, got her givin` me money
Rubbin` in my cuffshots, all over her tummy
She like Iceberg, the champagne
We outta raise a Razah campaign
She don`t get a damn thing
Not a cow, who here, dollars bill and shit
Still lay up in the lab eatin` mills and shit
Got these industry niggaz talkin` deals and chips
A&R`s losin` jobs when they hear my shit
I roll my weed up and whips don`t spill the shit
The same way we came in ships, we leave in ships
My niggaz got g`s to get, and squeeze the clips
Ain`t no hustlin` for petty crumbs, weed and kicks
[Chorus]
Yeah, who that nigga they ain`t fuckin` wit
Spit wisdom deep shit, rock fly shit
Only fuck wit real niggaz on the field, nigga
Hell Razah, Child of Israel, niggaz can`t fuck with him
They better duck from him, don`t fuck with him
[Hell Razah]
I`m Max Julien, the millionaire mind inside a hooligan
The wise one out the foolish men
And trust go the god, when you really find out whose ya friends
I stay droppin` jewels and gems, and coops and timbs
A marksmen sharpshooter when I use the pen
Sittin` on twenty inch rims, cadillac in
New York if you like it or not, it`s what`s crackin`
Shorties on the Greyhound bus, is what`s crackin`
Hoes only made for those who stay mackin`
Clubs only made for those who stay stackin`
Got everything from Phat Farm to Brickface jackets
My forty-four eleven take you ace step stackin`
Never come to BK, chained and ring flashin`
Niggaz will take ya shit is what`s crackin`
High off the hydro-weed and thug passion
Chicks swallow ecstasy but love action
When Razah get signed, that`s it, it`s closed caskets
Ya little bastards
[Hook to end]
[Outro]
Take that, muthafuckin`, fake ass
Soundin` like other niggaz ass niggaz
Muthafuckas ain`t even got their own look
Muthafuckas trynna act like they gangstas
Ya niggaz better do the knowledge man
Fuckin` lost muthafuckas
Yeah, get the knowledge, get the knowledge
The project prophet, show ya niggaz the other shit
Take the muthafuckin doo-rags off
Ya ain`t thugs, you get locked up
Ya niggaz be tellin` on them, who do ya love
And them shorties ya got, ya bout to get that up
G.G.O`s is in this bitch, G.G.O.`s is in this bitch
They leavin` wit us, and don`t hate, what
