[Hell Razah]
We was tighter than Arnold and Willis when it was hood crimes
Closer than Michael and J.J. from Good Times
I gave you my brotherly love and keep a good mind
Would give you the shirt off my back to see the sun shine
Never thought you'd choose the ways Judas paid
They sell me out to Devils for thirty pieces of shackles
My loyalty and trust was better than gold metals
Buy niggas wanna see me in graves with rose petals
Was raised off the Isley Brothers insides our mothers
How the fuck money could make us despise each other
I open up my doors we slept on the same floors
We swore we would ride out the shore for one cause
i know you would stab my back with no swords
But hate is a Devilish trait that kill morgues
And love in the atmosphere could heel sores
Even though you beat mine twice I gave my hands, damn
[Hell Razah]
Who broke bread with you helpin' out the Feds? Get you, get you, get you
Inside this damn world wanna bone this mad girl
I see the pain to a scene like we walkin' in the same shoes
You know how fame do the brothers in the same crew
So never let the money in this rap game change you
That was a jewel that I caught from an angel
When I was dead broke in the hood nobody came through
But now I got to get you a chain and buy you rings too
Put you on the W too and have to claim you
I don't need your fake ass love son if it ain't true
I ain't no new jack G money or Niño
I seen brothers sellin' out, backstabbin' for c-notes
Enemies I watch with a scope, friends I keep close
So I ain't got to miss no shots soon as my heat smoke