featuring Makeba Mooncycle
[Hell Razah]
9 7 grab your righteous thougts
And get rid of em its the 5 Deadly Venomz
Grab your righteous thoughts and get rid of em
Its the 5 Deadly Venomz
Grab your righteous thoughts and get rid of em
Its the 5 Deadly Venomz yo
Chorus: Hell Razah (4x)
Aint nuthin new about the Sunz of Man
We cant be Tony Touched
You either build or destruct us
[Killah Priest]
Near em Tony Touch, I grab MC's within my clutch
And crush, I wip my hand while oppenents stand off
And look sad and worthy, bloodthirsty
No mercy, I kill em while they curse me
And damn po-9 to search me, dont get me started
I flip retarded and start chokin artists
And leave they kidz broken harded
I'm fatherless, I'm too marvaless
Why would you bother this
I squeeze you neck til the saliva drip
So tight, I bite off my bottom lip
Until your head pop and your soul leave
Whoeva told you I was holy, I'm Killah Priest
[Makeba Mooncycle]
Eliminate my competition like a Shogun
So bad, I have you switchin colors like Michael Jackson
Represent from Crown Heights to Bedstuy
You either do, you either die, while your tryin to survive
All these street lyrics are like Psalm
So, Brklyn maniacs remain calm
So, come get some from Park Place to Putnam
We hold shit down like Franklin Av
You get shot, gaged and stabbed, buyin gunz from the arabs
Ah, Makeba a true bitch beata
Gotcha hot like a heata, when its pumpin out ya tweatas
Flippin American's like Nazi Arena
>From Gracia to Aruba, behind the Sunz of Man, you see Moncycle
[Prodigal Sunn]
4th Disciple, what, blazin like a rifle
[Hell Razah]
I see too many wannabes be livin comfortably
Southern, comfort me, whats the reason why you front to be
Sumthin like it only took you months to be
Personnaly, I take your mentality to Mercury <[Chorus]: Master P {Choppa}
Them boys on that block holla (ooh ooh)
Them girls that got it hot holla (ooh ooh)
If ya runnin' from them cops holla (ooh ooh)
{Holla...} (ooh ooh) {Holla} (ooh ooh)
[Verse 1]: Master P
Call me trashman cuz I put it up and back
Whodi owe me money I'ma bust his fuckin' ass
I'm allergic to Dr. Pepper, so pass me Dr. Cristale
Hit me on the two-way, whodi, I get wit'cha
Put it on the stove, bake it like a pie
Take it to the hood, slang it 16-5
When niggas snort it boy, they be passin' it to they girls
Wrap it up in Ziploc, back it up and twirl
Send money to the pent. Mac and C be home soon
Bitches start snitchin' I'ma send 'em to the moon
I could sell a hoe a green, front a hustler a lake
I could never fall off, I'm the "Ghetto Bill" Gates
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]: Curren$y
These lil' niggas can't take it anymore
I push through the club iced out, low key with my P. Miller galore
Hoes breakin' down the doors, uhh
Because the 504 Boyz here they can't wait 'til we get on
It's Curren$y the motherfuckin' rookie of the year
This ain't the WNBA, ain't no pussies over here
Yeah, I'm makin' figures fuckin' with the Ghetto Bill
And a truck with some rims that's bigger than Ferris wheels, holla
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]: Krazy
See this No Limit army nigga, that's my Kliq
The hoe that you tongue kissin' used to be my bitch
For these sayin' they'll slay a nigga, they called pricks
And this brown shit I'm sniffin' nigga, it got me sick
And this big truck I'm pushin', nigga, my tight whip
With a chop of lead on the seat, that'll make you flip
My alias, believe me, Doc Holliday
If it's beef, I'm like AIDS, I'll never go away
[Chorus]
[Verse 4]: Master P
I might be something sly but I won't forget
Tell Double X-L they can, suck my dick
I might be country but I'm ghetto rich
And when it comes to grindin