Yours Truly

[Intro: Hell Razah] Yeah... R.A.Z.A.H Do the Grey Goose dance, baby Yo, run to the bar real quick Everybody put they glass in the air... Drink with me, uh-huh, we gon' smoke tonight And probably fuck up ya hair, baby I want two ladies to one nigga, right now What it take you a week, I do in one take, let's go [Hell Razah] This for the mami's with the gorgeous bodies, who barely go to parties My sweet lion is love, from out the wild safari And we can never copy, Whitney or being Bobby Parking lot pimping, here's a hard Ferrari She like Jamaican sands, tanning to Bob Marley I'm into old jams, but I ain't Steve Harvey I'm more like, probably, a young Marcus Garvey I respect queens, don't disrespect the hotties My independent ladies, single and got babies Keeping they legs closed, while brothers in the Navy And brothers locked up, around the late eighties Ain't coming home soon, could make a switch move Catch a full moon, bitchy attitude The way the booty move, could make the wise fooled She got a mind brighter, than any prized jewel She got a mind brighter, than any prized jewel [Hook 4X: Hell Razah] She be my sleeping beauty, mami, I'm yours truly Gucci bandana, you know it's Razah Rubies [Hell Razah] You know how it goes, raise up, man handle hoes Who pose up in the club, with they camel toe I'm on the dance floor, puffin' to Biggie, with two wizzes with me Who love to kiss, like Madonna and Britney I'm bugging, it's like the whole game thinking they 50 You plotting to come and get me, son, I'm taking you with me Everybody on these mixtapes thinking they straight My piranha's don't go for the bait, they go for ya face Ductape rappers, make 'em open the safe Homicide any bitches who testify Royal got the keys, so nobody can't open the safe Your beats is lame, your rhymes is trash, I just laugh Niggas lucky that a record label found your ass Do the math on my first week sales, I ring bells Got fans in Japan, to France, to Israel Even ATL, L.A., back to BK, yea [Hook 4X] [Hell Razah] I run through players like Ray Lewis, vestes, I spray through it Get mad cash like I'm half Jewish I only spit that embambing fluid, be on the con, do it Getting sucked off to calm music Move units like Rod Stewart, and you get robbed to it The undisputed rap Joe Lewis My heart cold like eskimos, I give ya chest some holes Unless you air out some extra flows Bank account need extra O's, no extra hoes It's more stress that'll test my soul Even older niggas know me, go and give me my props Cuz my game pull divas like Vivica Fox Backwoods, by the boxes, man, I got lots of fans It's God's will when ya Glock get jammed I'm not the Clan, but I rhyme, like you signed 9 members Raz' a Maccabee, G.G., do remember [Hook 2X] [Outro: Hell Razah] Pull ya coats down... Don't hate... haha... yeah... What it take you a week, I do in one take R.A.Z.A.H., don't hate