Don't Hate It
Hell Razah Lyrics


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"Playa hate on my shit, you get a fat dick"
"Playa hate on my shit, you get a fat dick"
"Playa hate on my shit, you get a fat dick"

"Playa hate on my shit, you get a fat dick"
"Playa hate on my shit, you get a fat dick"
"Playa hate on my shit, you get a fat dick"
Oh yeah, all in Red Hook
Hustlin', standin' on shit blocks
For hours, 'til the sky crack the next day

[Chorus]
why'all don't want to see us blow
why'all don't want to see us with dough
why'all don't want to see us flow
Hell no, we glow
You knew it was the end the way we came in the door
Hit the club and I'ma leave with ya ho, ho, ho
My flames be hot, every time that I throw
Ain't nothin' new, son I did this before, a G.G.O.
My niggas flip money like it ain't no mo'
'Cause ain't no friends if it ain't no mo'

On the dirty blocks of Red Hook we learned to get our
first check book
Be a crook and let the cocaine cook
Little brothers turn to workers, cops draw guns just to surge us
And question us about the murders until we figure why God cursed us
And that this wicked world was never worth us
We show respect to the ones who birthed us
Took care of us on welfare, we grown now
Belchin' from beers, smokin' weed in the project stairs
Half of my peers got hit with like 15 years
And the A's we was at was like 16 years
The graves is callin', opened up for slaves that's fallen
As the ghetto take the lives of those made for ballin'
Layin' in coffins, cries to the church organ
Some will hustle till six in the mornin' just for the fortune
For a new whip, a venom for flossin', bought a Benz from the auto auction
We broke his window with a piece of porcelain
We stay strapped for those jealousy cats
Layin' hats the same place they do their felonies at
You ain't the only one who sell crack and got gats
A lot of niggas got that, soul left with death and never got back
Some will cock back and pop that, so pop shit without that
Be careful what you follow if you ain't about that
I'm the are to the A to the S in the flesh
Don't forget, I'm all about cash, credit and checks
I'ma rap to the death, till Christ resurrect
No less, I come as a threat, get it correct
Hip Hop is a way of life, it's in my breath
The way I breathe, I step not the way I dress
East to West throw your arms right to left
Give me a mic and a crowd and a turntable set
Ancient twelve, I play with the fires of hell
Only role models that I had was dyin' in jail
Crack sales make a black male want to weed dwell
600 Benz shittin with a hot female
All I want to do is records and pay my bills
Why I gotta be hater? Cause I say what I feel?
I say a prayer then I aim before I spray at will
why'all only make me want to kill if you delay my deal
Hurry up and get them contracts, facts and crills
Or I'ma have to put out .38 stainless steel
Engineer, turn my beat up and watch me spill
Hot lava, my throat burns like straight shots of Vodka
Ready To Die like Big Poppa
I put the curse on a witchdoctor
It's 2G, why'all better spit proper
I like my shorty when she in Prada
You make no sense to this big dollar
I want the cash money, fuck a Oscar
Mothafucker

[Chorus]

We ain't goin' to jail so fuck bail
Baghdad, Hell Razah, hammer and nail
BK to PJ's for the bangsters
With links with the anchors
You too frail, abide a single street e-mail
Power-trippin' off with them L's

"Playa hate on my shit, you get a fat dick"
"Playa hate on my shit, you get a fat dick"
"Playa hate on my shit, you get a fat dick"

"Playa hate on my shit, you get a fat dick"




"Playa hate on my shit, you get a fat dick"
"Playa hate on my shit, you get a fat dick"

Overall Meaning

"Don't Hate It" by Hell Razah and 4th Disciple is a gritty and introspective track that highlights the street smarts and tenacity necessary to survive in a rough environment like Red Hook. The repeated line "Playa hate on my shit, you get a fat dick" speaks to the challenges and animosity faced by those who only want to make it out and get rich. In the face of jealousy and hatred, the artists remain steadfast in their goals and let their success speak for itself. The reference to standing on "shit blocks for hours" until the sky cracks the next day is emblematic of the hard work and determination needed to succeed in a place like Red Hook.


The chorus is a defiant statement that despite the odds and haters in their midst, they will continue to succeed and flourish. The verses are filled with vivid imagery and give a glimpse into the struggles and sacrifices that must be made to make it out of the hood. The lyrics speak to the desire for success and the harsh realities of survival in a place where your circumstances can determine your fate.


Line by Line Meaning

Playa hate on my shit, you get a fat dick
If somebody tries to hate on me, I'm going to confront them with violence.


Oh yeah, all in Red Hook
This story will take place in Red Hook, which is a neighborhood in Brooklyn.


Hustlin', standin' on shit blocks
We're out on the street, trying to sell drugs and make some money.


For hours, 'til the sky crack the next day
We'll hustle all night long, until morning comes.


why'all don't want to see us blow
People don't want to see us succeed and become successful.


why'all don't want to see us with dough
People don't want to see us get rich and have money.


why'all don't want to see us flow
People don't want to see us succeed and become good at rapping or making music.


Hell no, we glow
We're going to succeed and shine, regardless of what others think.


You knew it was the end the way we came in the door
We're here to take over the game, and people know it.


Hit the club and I'ma leave with ya ho, ho, ho
I'm going to go to the club and leave with somebody's girlfriend or hook-up.


My flames be hot, every time that I throw
Every verse I spit is fire, and I go hard every time.


Ain't nothin' new, son I did this before, a G.G.O.
I've been doing this for a long time, this is nothing new.


My niggas flip money like it ain't no mo'
My crew is good at making money, and we do it easily.


'Cause ain't no friends if it ain't no mo'
If we're not making money together, then we're not friends.


On the dirty blocks of Red Hook we learned to get our first check book
Growing up in Red Hook taught us how to make money and manage our funds.


Be a crook and let the cocaine cook
We turned to drug dealing in order to make money.


Little brothers turn to workers, cops draw guns just to surge us
Younger siblings turned to low-level drug dealing, and cops would harass us and sometimes pull guns on us.


And question us about the murders until we figure why God cursed us
Police would suspect us of being involved in murders and other crimes, and we would wonder why we were cursed to live in this environment.


And that this wicked world was never worth us
We come from a place that doesn't value our lives or contributions.


We show respect to the ones who birthed us
We are grateful to our parents and other family members who raised us.


Took care of us on welfare, we grown now
Our parents took care of us when we were on welfare, but now we're grown and on our own.


Belchin' from beers, smokin' weed in the project stairs
We drink and smoke weed in the stairwells of our housing project.


Half of my peers got hit with like 15 years
Many of my friends got long prison sentences.


And the A's we was at was like 16 years
Even the most lenient sentencing option was still a long time.


The graves is callin', opened up for slaves that's fallen
People are dying left and right, and the only way out seems to be death.


As the ghetto take the lives of those made for ballin'
People who could have been successful are dying due to the environment they grew up in.


Layin' in coffins, cries to the church organ
At funerals, there is always crying and sad music.


Some will hustle till six in the mornin' just for the fortune
Some people will work really hard all night, just to get some money.


For a new whip, a venom for flossin', bought a Benz from the auto auction
People want to be able to show off their new car, so they'll buy a used Benz just to be able to say they have one.


We broke his window with a piece of porcelain
We vandalized someone's car by throwing a piece of porcelain at it.


We stay strapped for those jealousy cats
We carry guns to protect ourselves from those who might be jealous of us or our success.


Layin' hats the same place they do their felonies at
People who commit crimes also leave their hats in the same place, so we know who they are.


You ain't the only one who sell crack and got gats
You're not the only one selling drugs and carrying guns.


A lot of niggas got that, soul left with death and never got back
Many people who become drug dealers lose their souls and never recover them.


Some will cock back and pop that, so pop shit without that
Some people will shoot you if you disrespect them, so be careful what you say to whom.


Be careful what you follow if you ain't about that
Don't follow someone if you're not willing to do what they are doing.


I'm the are to the A to the S in the flesh
My name is R.A.S., and this is me in the flesh.


Don't forget, I'm all about cash, credit and checks
I'm all about making money in any way possible.


I'ma rap to the death, till Christ resurrect
I will continue rapping for as long as I live, and even after that, until the Resurrection.


No less, I come as a threat, get it correct
I am not to be underestimated, and I come as a threat to my enemies.


Hip Hop is a way of life, it's in my breath
Hip hop is more than just music, it's a way of life.


The way I breathe, I step not the way I dress
I may not dress the part, but I live and breathe hip hop culture.


East to West throw your arms right to left
No matter where you're from, you can throw your arms in the air and get into the music.


Give me a mic and a crowd and a turntable set
All I need to succeed is a microphone, a lively crowd, and a DJ playing beats.


Ancient twelve, I play with the fires of hell
I am not afraid to confront evil and darkness.


Only role models that I had was dyin' in jail
The only people I had to look up to were those who were locked up or dead.


Crack sales make a black male want to weed dwell
Selling drugs can make someone want to use drugs, like weed, to escape the stress of their life.


600 Benz shittin with a hot female
Driving a fancy car can attract attractive women.


All I want to do is records and pay my bills
All I want to do is make music and support myself financially.


Why I gotta be hater? Cause I say what I feel?
I don't understand why people hate on me just because I speak my mind.


I say a prayer then I aim before I spray at will
I pray for protection before resorting to violence.


why'all only make me want to kill if you delay my deal
If you don't follow through on a business deal, I might become violent.


Hurry up and get them contracts, facts and crills
We need to hurry up and sign some contracts, because we need the money.


Or I'ma have to put out .38 stainless steel
If we don't get paid, I might have to use a gun to get our money.


Engineer, turn my beat up and watch me spill
Turn up the beat and watch me rap.


Hot lava, my throat burns like straight shots of Vodka
My flow is intense, and I'm rapping so hard that it hurts my throat.


Ready To Die like Big Poppa
I'm ready to do whatever it takes to succeed, even if it means putting myself in danger.


I put the curse on a witchdoctor
I am powerful enough to curse even those who practice witchcraft.


It's 2G, why'all better spit proper
The time is now, and rappers better bring their A-game.


I like my shorty when she in Prada
I like my women to dress in expensive, fashionable clothing.


You make no sense to this big dollar
I don't understand those who don't prioritize making money.


I want the cash money, fuck a Oscar
I'm in it for the money, not the fame, so I don't care about winning awards.


Mothafucker
I'm not afraid to cuss and get raw with my lyrics.


We ain't goin' to jail so fuck bail
We'll do whatever it takes to avoid going to jail, even if it means we won't be able to pay bail.


Baghdad, Hell Razah, hammer and nail
My name is Hell Razah, and I'm tough as nails.


BK to PJ's for the bangsters
Brooklyn to the projects for the gangsters.


With links with the anchors
We're anchored to the community like chains.


You too frail, abide a single street e-mail
You're not strong enough to handle real-life problems, like I do every day on the street.


Power-trippin' off with them L's
You're abusing your power as a police officer or authority figure.




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Hugo Davenport

bad boi tune, ahead of it time. from london. with love

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