On the Way to the Top

歌詞

(Intro) Yeah, bounce to this Yeah, bounce, uh Shake ya titties, mom, yeah Come on, one love, for the shorties Outta Browns, son, nigga right now Chicks, go get me a drink Eyein' a nigga right now Let's go over there, who pop on that side? (Hook 2X) Razah, Zah, Zah, Zah Ra, Zah, Zah (Hell Razah) She like rocks like The Flintstones Hit chicks in all skin tones Young chicks can't wait to get bonned I'm like the floor you get slip on I love my dunns when they clips long Max Julian, son, that ain't gangsta We smack niggas outta anger, shit Get locked up, turn spoons into bangers What, hit the chick, got her givin' me money Rubbin' in my cuffshots, all over her tummy She like Iceberg, the champagne We outta raise a Razah campaign She don't get a damn thing Not a cow, who here, dollars bill and shit Still lay up in the lab eatin' mills and shit Got these industry niggas talkin' deals and chips A&R's losin' jobs when they hear my shit I roll my weed up and whips don't spill the shit The same way we came in ships, we leave in ships My niggas got g's to get, and squeeze the clips Ain't no hustlin' for petty crumbs, weed and kicks (Chorus) Yeah, who that nigga they ain't fuckin' wit Spit wisdom deep shit, rock fly shit Only fuck wit real niggas on the field, nigga Hell Razah, Child of Israel, niggas can't fuck with him They better duck from him, don't fuck with him (Hell Razah) I'm Max Julian, the millionaire mind inside a hooligan The wise one out the foolish men And trust go the god, when you really find out whose ya friends I stay droppin' jewels and gems, and coops and timbs A marksmen sharpshooter when I use the pen Sittin' on twenty inch rims, cadillac in New York if you like it or not, it's what's crackin' Shorties on the Greyhound bus, is what's crackin' Hoes only made for those who stay mackin' Clubs only made for those who stay stackin' Got everything from Phat Farm to Brickface jackets My forty-four eleven take you ace step stackin' Never come to BK, chained and ring flashin' Niggas will take ya shit is what's crackin' High off the hydro-weed and thug passion Chicks swallow ecstasy but love action When Razah get signed, that's it, it's closed caskets Ya little bastards (Hook to end) (Outro) Take that, muthafuckin', fake ass Soundin' like other niggas ass niggas Muthafuckas ain't even got their own look Muthafuckas trynna act like they gangstas Ya niggas better do the knowledge man Fuckin' lost muthafuckas Yeah, get the knowledge, get the knowledge The project prophet, show ya niggas the other shit Take the muthafuckin doo-rags off Ya ain't thugs, you get locked up Ya niggas be tellin' on them, who do ya love And them shorties ya got, ya bout to get that up G.G.O's is in this bitch, G.G.O.'s is in this bitch They leavin' wit us, and don't hate, what