Raise Hell - Mash Out Posse
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Raise hell
Raise hell
Go raise hell
The new single
Kid get your sh*t mixed
Catch this new slug from the
M O P hit list
It's thorough for the cars
For the clubs
For the jeeps
For the fellas on
The corner posted up 20 deep
Hold it down
Home team back out to sail this
Make 'em collapse with caps
And fame make 'em famous
The downtown swinger
Gun slingers rock wild
And when I die
I won't be putting out flames in hell
Cop a 10 milli from the corner store arab
Fools with truck jewels
Get stuck for they karats
Hold on you hear somebody comin'
You hear somebody gunnin'
Them that you run with is runnin'
'Cause it's
Bullets over brownsville
I'm from the place where trey
Pounds and fo pounds kill
Fool how that sound
I'll
The star vendor bend 'em like car fenders
Serve 'em like bartenders
What's next on the agenda
D**e rap we drop off crack
They can't stand it
When only we be gettin
'Em open like the 'Ville with this fresh rush
Show me on point in this game
'Cause fame plays well and
I raise well
So I raise hell
Go raise hell
Yo raise hell
Go raise hell
Raise hell it's another death wish
I guess it's time
To grip nines to rip behind enemy lines
Where it's ruthless
And get the troopers that think
It's somethin' sweet
M O P niggaz was raised in the street kid
Ain't nuttin' changed
'Cause I'm rappin'
I am a
I'll and
I still will bust my hammer
Is he a gangsta
Blaze F a g's I don't stress 'em
When I catch 'em I stretch 'em
I bless 'em
And let his momma dress 'em
The name's bill the game's real
Me and fame feel
We can blow trial and yo I'm ill
So blow in your face
Bla bla bla blow
To the death
Buka klak
'Til there's nothin' left
I ain't gon' be playin' no games witchu frauds
Whenever the two guns bustin'
Just don't be trustin' this drama lord
Take it to 'em son
Yeah we got a plan
And billy danze packin'
More steel than bugsy moran
To the terrible organization
It's the mop's last generation
Who wanna confrontation
It's hammer time
And I'm layin' on you to see me
Is he a tough guy
Nah that's how they make him look on tv
Fake jerks I rattle
Snake chumps I saddle
And ride they a**
All the way to the bus without no truss
The hill top will rock non stop
Squeeze glocks at the motherf**kers son
He can't run so I ain't gotta chase him
Do you think you can take him
Take him then
I back him down and lace him
Raise hell
Raise hell
Go
Raise hell
Raise hell
Go raise hell
