The Hell Raiser (Original Version) lyrics

by

Tech N9ne


[Verse 1]
When I was comin' up rough, wasn't even what you called it
That's why I smoke blunts now, and run with alcoholics
That don't explain the way I came, here we go
Just give me my dough and do the show then I'm outtie yo!
Runnin' in the back seat, sippin' on the Guinness
f*ckin' with a MAC-10 ready to be a menace
Time to hit the projects that's where the ballers dwell
Fifty n*ggas mad deep, [?] as well
I got my pager, my razor and a 'nuff jewels, a ruff crew
In case a motherf*cka wanna bust through
I'm rollin' through the projects smooth, where they at? Where they at? There they go
Them b*tch ass n*ggas hold down the block
The one that told the cops I gotta Glock
Ayy yo it don't stop - pop pop pop
Then hit the pedal, one less motherf*cker in the ghetto
That's how we do it in the Oaktown, G
f*ck around and get smoked down, see
n*ggas on my tail so I'm ghost
One way ticket to the East Coast
This kid was loose gettin' major
Wouldn't hesitate to blaze ya

[Refrain]
The hell raiser
Hahaha
The hell raiser
[Verse 2]
Strapped with gats at a young age
Got ahold of a gauge, and made the motherf*cking front page
High attack to the block like a cop
Open up an operation slangin' rocks
First I gotta get a crew full of hustlers
And f*ck motherf*ckers, them n*ggas can't touch us
And now we gotta problem come, you know my M.O
Dead bodies found in the Bronx
The other dealers wanna do me, I'm popular
Got the Glock c*cked, sucker don't jock me up
f*ck a drive by, n*gga take dead aim
Load him up in a frame and knock his ass out the game
Boom boom was the headlines
Young n*gga turn killa in the deadline
Teamed up with some n*ggas from Queens
Now we're the loudest motherf*ckers on the scene
Gettin' papes at a mad rate
Runnin' up on the fakes
And hit the snakes in a bad way
Them n*ggas don't want none, step
f*ck around and breathe your last breath
Run on me or get your ass capped
With a 12 gauge blast to your back
I'm not your average n*gga, I'm untouchable
Shootin' motherf*ckers full of rocks
[Refrain]
The hell raiser
The hell raiser

[Verse 3]
Everybody freeze, n*ggas on they knees, hush
First n*gga talk and I bust, trust
Run up on your stupid ass, gimme that
Peelin' caps back quicker than a snap from a jimmy hat
Picture that now, picture this I'm on foot now
Runnin' through the streets with my hit list
Pistol packin' and jackin' them bustas
n*ggas want funk but the punks can't touch us
And now they got me trapped better kill me
Payback's a motherf*cker, n*gga feel me?
We runnin' on non n*ggas in the dark
Puttin' fully automatics to they heart (pull the sh*t motherf*cker)
This is where the fun starts, n*ggas wasn't checkin'
Quick to hear me steppin', until I started lettin' off my weapon (buck-buck-buck-buck-buck-buck)
The sh*t I heard 'em n*ggas screamin' no, but they wasn't screamin' no before (no, no!)
Now them n*ggas, gotta go, gotta go, gotta go go
Hit the floor or feel the fury of my 44
Them n*ggas I don't trust tried to rush me
Buck buck double line in your guts G
And when I die there'll be another hell raiser crazy motherf*cker
I came up with my criminal behavior, wouldn't hesitate to blaze ya
[Outro + Refrain]
The hell raiser (I see you all motherf*ckers now)
(b*tch ass motherf*ckers)
(you love to point your f*ckin' finger huh)
The hell raiser
The hell raiser
The hell raiser
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