Текст песни Hell Razor (Lil Keke) с переводом

Year 2G DJ Screw, Corleon what’s the motherfucking deal

(shit trying to figure out, what we gon hit these hoes with

For this last song baby), nigga fuck it I got some’ing

Let’s go on pull that ol' hell raiser shit, know I’m saying

(no shit, some of that you forgot my gunshot screw you)

Hell raisers on the rise, paper making guys

Who stop at nothing think we bluffing, look into our eyes

See it really ain’t a thang to me, always grind for the currency

What fifteen on the scene with green, had to get away from that J-O-B

Born and raised to have nothing to gain, year after year but ain’t a damn thang

changed

Look in the mirror 'fore you judge a man, and I swear to God you gon respect

this game

Get shit together 'fore you ride, too many real niggas already died

From East to West who’s the best, North to South gon claim they side huh

Everything’s everything fa sho, bring your hat to ya when you hit the do'

At the age 24 I’m a CEO, no time to play I gotta run the show

Hell raiser on the rise with no disguise, so iced out I gotta stay in your eyes

Take the rap game with a big surprise, Commission rich nigga we been the wise

guy

Everybody wanna just roll with us, jump in the drop try to stroll with us

Get on the block and try to hold with us, but it takes more than that to be

cold as us what

Well they call me Lil' O better known as hell raiser, 36 cooker and a state

trail blazer

FED’s on my ass but I never fail playa, breeze still get delivered like mail

papers

Crawl slow down the average snail playas, sitting on 20's sitting on haters

2000 Benz like grey exterior, leather and wood all in my interior

Yelling out the window you niggas in inferior, go ahead and try to run up I’ll

bury ya

And I ain’t just bumping and trying to put fear in ya, I got some’ing in this

car that’ll bury ya

See the Fat Rat don’t play around, got killers on my team that’ll lay you down

Hit your block lock in a drop top with the Glock cocked, busting out the roof

and come spraying you clowns

You shoulda been talking what you saying now, you didn’t wanna mind you are

paying now

You were sure acting funny bunny with a nigga money, now you funny bunny bitch

ass paying now

Yeah they hating now they wanna take my nuts, everytime I pull up I take they

sluts

But they ain’t taking shit but a bullet to the gut, cause O ain’t scared to

pull the trigger nigga what

Hell raisers on the rise, niggas just like flies

To strategize categorize, motherfuckers then they die

They just a bigger pie for my G’s to ball, these my dogs so fuck all y’all

I take a steak knife hit your wind pipe, keep dripping till the tip of the

blade gets stuck on the wall

Cheap ruger rip high on the raw, triggers coming out without a flaw

Hit the club scene with the mug mean hit the stage, raising hell loco going to

war

But that’s for the FED’s I’m looking for the ends, five bedrooms with the

two-thee Benz

Cocked ready for the niggas wanna do me in, fuck me one time bet you won’t do

it again

We got Glocks to break down, funds from shake downs

Motherfuckers gon feel the wrath of me, and Po-Yo come for the take down

Move out the way clown I’m starving like Marvin, Harvin and Marvin stepping on

toes

Crystal flake cakes by the boat loads, all I cop from the 'lumbos

Swell in the gate state’s a no go, figga fo' flows like my nigga Po-Yo

Keep blood money like my nigga Lil' O, Don Keke banging Clay-Doe

Hell raiser Hogg was bout the pesos, send fifty henchman through your front do'

Surrounded by killers possessed with dojo, boys don’t move till I say so

Shoulda never fucked with phsyco Michael, I’m the type of hogg that’ll play it

how it go

Step out on your block with the Glock 4−0, watch a nigga get like his name flow

Joe

Slow your roll cause I done hit the do', hot to the Scott cause I hit the dro

Cuff your bitch cause I’ll hit the ho, take her place she don’t get the do'

Y’all know Yo I’mma keep it realer, make the 6−4 crawl like a caterpillar

Quick to blast a nigga nigga me and Lil' Ke, Miggity D and O pack a milli

Make motherfuckers fold like a armadilla, if I swarm a nigga then I’mma harm a

nigga

Nine times out of ten I’mma warm a nigga, or I pull a Saddam and then I bomb a

nigga

Hell raisers on the rise, paper making guys

Look into my eyes, you see a killer in disguise

I’m sitting wide body, gone off killuminatti

Raising hell for my mail, and doing these niggas is my hobby

No smoke Bobby Brown, only doja and flight

Mr. 3−2, Southside Playa for life

Get it right or get gone, 'fore I do some’ing to ya

With the 4−5 ruger, burning boys like buddha

The Southside Playaz and Botany Big Shots, Screwed Up Click we got the big knots

Boys looking sick we got them big rocks, 3rd Coast Born all up on my yacht

I’m feeling kinda good when I grip the wood, do it like I should represent my

hood

Gotta hold it down like you knew we would, nailing up placks like I knew we

could

It’s going down when I’m on sight, I grip this AK like I grip the mic

I keep my rhyme tight pulling out the Ike, swinging elbows all through the night

Got cell phones sky pagers, grip codes and we living major

From H-Town all to the Cader, we blowing up like hell raisers

Southside, Southside

Gotta feel it, Screwed Up Click yeah

(*DJ Screw*)

Know I’m saying, boys gon feel this

Screwed Up Click, know I’m saying

Hell raisers on the rise nigga

Stage wreckers, mic breakers

FED shakers, fuck with us