Hell Razah - Must B Tha Music (feat. Sunz Of Man) Lyrics
f/ Sunz of Man[Intro: Killah Priest]Uh, yeah, yeah, yeahUh, uh-uh, uh, S.O.M., babyIt's that time, for the shortiesYeah, yeah, power to the musicWord up, 2000, one time[Killah Priest]Shorty wanna be a thug, only 14, sellin drugsWind up in the court pleadin to the judgeOr outside on the pavement, bleedin cuzHe got hit by a bullet, now he need bloodIn the ambulance didn't have a chance to weed a slugType of shit that even it does, put a spell on usPuff an L on the corner, or in cuffs in jail wit the lawyersBut in this hell, I'm a warrior, struggler, straight hustlerDo you feel me?[60 Second Assassin]Bluck, bluck, bluck, this to all you lamestersReppin now and respect to my gangstaWatch ya move son, wettin ya cratesWit the triple drum base in ya face, takin ya case60 Sec. rats in ya face, it's all foreplayin, don'tget it wet in this place'Sassins like, fella ain't lease this trainDon't make me have to leak this place, I'd rather lead the wayDrop about a seed a day, got sunshine on a bleedin dayKill about 3 or 4 beats a day, rush plus brush, ready for playCatalog shit, day for day, bust a murder murder rate away[Chorus: 60 Second Assassin (Hell Razah)]+Must B Tha Music+ (Why we run the streets wild)+Must B Tha Music+ (Make us pull our guns out)+Must B Tha Music+ (I can bust in her mouth)+Must B Tha Music+ (Got us all thugged out)[Hell Razah]Dice games by the coke spot, niggas love shit he don't gotHe get chased off is own block, on parole for that white goldA young man wit a old soul, in his project +Hell Hole+We don't care about no clothes, you can die by that pay phoneYou're best bet is to stay home, young chicks wanna get bonedA little dick make 'em get grown, even the rich get a tombstoneWe all die in the flesh, son, bleed blood and through wet gunsGet money and respect comes, got respect and connect comesGet rich, next death comes, ya don't wanna come test and sonWe stay strapped by the left lungs, we don't care where you rep fromSniff this 'til you get numb, hold ya head cuz we ain't done[Prodigal Sunn]Run the streets, thugs hold heat in they feetSoul you reap, hot slugs eat through meatRoll wit four deep, two in the crease, soak neatTrophy, smoke and eat, soul physiqueCode of the block, is that gold bars a propSold base, rock steamers for them caps and topHip Hop, drip from the lip of the glockGrick shop, all day long we burn rockIndustry rap, chemistry empty the gatSun of Man yo, never to run, we slum catsYeah word up, you know how we do[Chorus][Outro: 60 Second Assassin]+Must B Tha Music+Our shit is hot to the daylightSunz keep it moving all through the nightIt ain't a party if we can't get it rightJust keep it moving all through the night+Must B Tha Music+, +Must B Tha Music+That's turning you on+Must B Tha Music+, +Must B Tha Music+I can't go...
