Oh You Bangin'

[Intro: Hell Razah] Yeah, nigga Data, dirty grimy What's that mothafuckin' dirty grim' shit Hell Razah, excellent nigga, Ghetto Government You ain't even out of fuckin' high school yet Oh now you bangin' Fuck, is the deal? What's poppin'? [Verse One: Hell Razah] I smack the head of you gangstas, y'all nigga's new borns First line already told me son who dick you on Stick your finger in my flow, son you see it's lukewarm But when you get in, believe me, I'ma burn on skin 5'10" Elohim's in the body of man King Tut's identical twin is at it again Red Hook, Brooklyn, weed and Seagram's Gin You know a party ain't a party till we get in Son of a slave, I write rhymes under my grave Got it locked so bad I gotta come in a cage Yo watch your mind if you think about fuckin' with Raz' In this game it's like sperm cells seekin' the egg Politickin' over two ways, guns is sprayed And I won't stop hustlin' till my sons is paid [Chorus: Hell Razah] Oh now you bangin' Got a little gun on your side Oh now you bangin' Got a little click on your side Oh now you bangin' Got a little ice in your watch Oh now you bangin' Got a little whip and a ride Oh now you bangin' Got a little gun you can pop Oh now you bangin' Got a little bandana now Oh now you bangin' Got a little click you can roll with Now you bangin' Now you bangin' [Verse Two: Hell Razah] The only way you shine phat is with a label behind your back Bring that shit to the ghetto and get robbed for that The way I brainwash I should have been a laundry mat You ain't really got heart, that's the cog-n-ac My head wrapped with a turban like Saddam Hussein Niggas can't see this face, out to bomb the game Upon your chain, blast Don all in the rain Go ahead at thy gangsta, I'm born the king Gold thrones, I wrote poems that broke down chromosomes Niggas get shanked up and blown for the phone Rap be like Sheek now, microphone clone Stand, enter the wrong zone, you might get Get up, give up, shootout, you can't get up Spit up, spit up blood, get your night lit up Walkin' zombies, I love killin' niggas calmly The word of God got death when it come upon me Tuck the charm in, groupies wanna touch the diamonds What's the use of keep rhymin' if you ain't a clinin' I pop old gold at The Shinin' Take it back to army jackets and train passes Burn through skin and I ain't acid This be serious, I ain't laughin' IRS and I hate taxes [Chorus: Hell Razah] Oh now you bangin' Got a little money to spend Oh now you bangin' Got a little gun on your side Oh now you bangin' Got a little whip and a ride Oh now you bangin' Oh now you bangin' Oh now you bangin' Got a little 20 inch rims Oh now you bangin' Got a little chain with your name on it Oh now you bangin' Got your hat tilt to the side Oh now you bangin' Oh now you bangin' Oh now you bangin' Speak a little project talk Oh now you bangin' Got a little project walk Oh now you bangin' Got a little project talk Oh now you bangin' Oh now you bangin' [Outro: Hell Razah] Word up shorty, you niggas better cut that shit out All them gangstas is dead Locked up doin' 25 to life