Текст (слова) песни: Hell Razah and 4th Disciple - Angel Tears

 
[Intro: Hell Razah] 
"Rock that shit homey" - sample 
2003, yeah, "yeah, y`all`, it`s on now 
It`s bout to go down, 20-03, no doubt 
G.G.O., get your coats 
 
[Hell Razah] 
On the dirty blocks of Red Hook, we learned to get our first checkbook 
Be a crook, let the cocaine cook 
Little brothers turn to workers, cops draw guns 
So they search us, and question us about the murders 
Until they figure, why, God cursed us 
And that this wicked world was never worth us 
We show respect, to the ones who birthed us 
Took care of us, on welfare, we gold now, belchin` from beers 
Smoke weed in the project stairs 
Half my peers, got hit with like, fifteen years 
And the age we was at, was like, sixteen years 
Grades was callin`, hopin` if the slay`s was fallin` 
Has the ghetto take the lives of those, made for ballin` 
Layin` in coffins, cries to the church organ 
Some will hustle til six in the morning 
Just for the fortune, for a new whip, invented for flossin` 
Cop the Benz, from the auto auction 
we broke his window with a piece of porcelein 
Stay strapped for them jealousy cats 
Lay they heads, same place they do they felonies at 
You ain`t the only one who sell crack, and got gats 
Alotta niggaz got that, some left with death and never got back 
Some will cock back, and pop that, so pop shit without that 
Be careful what you follow if you ain`t about that 
 
[Interlude: sample] 
"We lookin` at the words that you dealin` with remember 
The beginning was the word... the begininning of your illusion 
Is based upon, the construct of land, and how language is used 
Or misused, and how you are ignorant, to how a language is used" 
 
[Hell Razah] 
Age of 12, I played with them brothers in hell 
Only role models that I had, was dead or in jail 
Crack sales make a black male, wanna be twelve 
Six hundred Benz, shittin` with a hot female 
All I wanna do is make records, and pay my bills 
Why I gotta be a hater, cuz I say what I feel? 
I say a prayer than I aim, before I can wave at will 
You gonna make me wanna kill, y`all delay y`all deal 
Hurry up, and get them contracts, that`s for real 
Or I`mma have to pull out thirty eight, stainless steel 
4th Disciple cook a beat up, and watch you spill 
Hot lava, my throat burn, like straight shots of vodka 
Ready to ride, like Big Poppa, I put the curse on witchdoctor 
It`s 2G, you better spit proper, and I don`t care if your shit is Prada 
You make no sense to this big dollar, I want the cash money, fuck an Oscar
 

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