Oh! Baby
Hell Razah and 4th Disciple Lyrics


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"Baby..."
One-two

Everybody on the right hand side
I want to see why'all niggaz get live in the party tonight
All my niggaz on the left hand side, I know your high or
I know you came to the club, to not die
All my niggaz in the center, I came to enter
In the, middle of your brain cell, it's me, Hell Razah
Article one, hit the streets nigga
4th Disciple, and we got the rifle

I pull in wolves like Adolf Hitler, for my two brothers
And two sisters, I tattoo scriptures
Love my seed, like I love the Lord
I was thirteen, when I first record, now I'm back with a heavier sword
It's either rap, crack, or basketball
Young kings want to gun sling, and snatch earrings
Eighty seven, it was microphone fiend, and crack king
We used to battle on the lunch room table, before labels
Now they pay us, so the radio play you
You'se a lame nigga, and you know, we know the truth
And we back, and we back in the booth, first recoup
Then recruit, now salute, we on the loose, ain't ready to shoot
Blueberry in our Timberland boot, I'm livin' proof
Tell your A&R we burnin' his coupes
My lifestyle is danger, Hell Razah, let the name linger
Touch my throat, and I cut off ten fingers
The street's I'm from, son, everybody's steamers
Smokers and heavy drinkers, slingers and chain swingers
I'm one of those, Red Hook cats, set up a track
Bring your soul to another world, you'll never come back
It be that government that made us like that, gave me a gat
I be excuses every ghetto inside, is fallen at
Got the chick high off of contact, keep the windows up
Whoever rollin' with me in here, throw your singles up
It's loyalty over money, bitches, and keys
Backstab me, snatch his arms out the both of his sleeves
Chain and command, explained from a brain of a man
We go to war, like the Arabs'll do, from Pakistan
Matter fact, like the Sun of Man would, from Bethlehem
Drop a jewel that the children out in school, can understand

All my brothers on the right hand side
I want to make sure why'all leave out this party alive
And all my ladies on the left hand side, that got a drop and
Hold it down, cause we don't got nine lives
All my people in the center, I came to enter
In the middle of your brain cell, it's me, Hell Razah




Article one, hit the streets nigga
4th Disciple, and we got them rifles

Overall Meaning

The song "Oh! Baby" by Hell Razah and 4th Disciple is a deeply reflective piece that explores the complex nature of inner city living. The lyrics suggest that the artists are aware of the violence and danger that exists in their community, and they are striving to rise above it. They acknowledge that people come to the club to "not die," but also recognize that the temptation of gun-slinging and drug dealing is always present. The artists are acutely aware of the limitations and struggles of their people, and how the government has played a role in making them that way. They emphasize loyalty and values over money, and are not afraid to go to war to defend themselves and their community. The song is an honest and insightful reflection on the harsh realities of inner city living, and highlights the importance of standing together as a community and striving towards a better future.


Line by Line Meaning

Baby...
Introducing the song to the listeners


One-two
Counting in the beat


Everybody on the right hand side
Addressing the people on the right hand side of the party


I want to see why'all niggaz get live in the party tonight
Expressing the desire to see people having a good time at the party


All my niggaz on the left hand side, I know your high or
Addressing the people on the left hand side, acknowledging that they might be under the influence


I know you came to the club, to not die
Assuming that the people on the left hand side came to the club to enjoy themselves and not get hurt


All my niggaz in the center, I came to enter
Addressing the people in the center and expressing the intention to make an impact on their minds


In the, middle of your brain cell, it's me, Hell Razah
Claiming that the artist's words will penetrate the listener's mind deeply


Article one, hit the streets nigga
Referring to the first amendment of the US constitution that guarantees freedom of speech and encouraging the artist to exercise it


4th Disciple, and we got the rifle
Introducing the producer and asserting their power


I pull in wolves like Adolf Hitler, for my two brothers
Comparing the artist's influence to that of a dictator and expressing loyalty to his siblings


And two sisters, I tattoo scriptures
Mentioning his siblings again and implying that his art is like a religious text


Love my seed, like I love the Lord
Saying that he loves his children as much as he loves God


I was thirteen, when I first record, now I'm back with a heavier sword
Recalling the artist's early career and claiming that he's come back with more skill and power


It's either rap, crack, or basketball
Listing the limited options for success in the artist's environment


Young kings want to gun sling, and snatch earrings
Referring to the dangerous activities that young men might be drawn to in their environment


Eighty seven, it was microphone fiend, and crack king
Referencing the hip-hop song 'Microphone Fiend' by Eric B. & Rakim and acknowledging the impact of drugs in his community


We used to battle on the lunch room table, before labels
Recalling the artist's early days of battling other rappers in school before becoming a professional artist


Now they pay us, so the radio play you
Acknowledging the commercialization of hip-hop and the importance of getting airplay to be successful


You'se a lame nigga, and you know, we know the truth
Insulting another artist who is not authentic and exposing their dishonesty


And we back, and we back in the booth, first recoup
Returning to the recording booth after a break and recovering the cost of production


Then recruit, now salute, we on the loose, ain't ready to shoot
Referring to building a team and asserting their power, but not yet being violent


Blueberry in our Timberland boot, I'm livin' proof
Claiming to be a real example of survival and having luxury in a tough environment


Tell your A&R we burnin' his coupes
Threatening the artist and repertoire (A&R) representative who is responsible for finding new talent and asserting dominance


My lifestyle is danger, Hell Razah, let the name linger
Defending his dangerous lifestyle and asserting the power of his name


Touch my throat, and I cut off ten fingers
Threatening violence against anyone who tries to harm him


The street's I'm from, son, everybody's steamers
Referring to the prevalence of drug use in his environment


Smokers and heavy drinkers, slingers and chain swingers
Listing the dangerous activities that people might engage in on the streets


I'm one of those, Red Hook cats, set up a track
Identifying with the culture of his neighborhood and setting up a music track


Bring your soul to another world, you'll never come back
Claiming that his music will transport the listener to another dimension


It be that government that made us like that, gave me a gat
Blaming the government for creating a violent environment and providing him with a gun


I be excuses every ghetto inside, is fallen at
Explaining that he has no excuses for his behavior because he is a product of his environment


Got the chick high off of contact, keep the windows up
Implying that he is smoking marijuana and wanting to keep the smoke inside the car


Whoever rollin' with me in here, throw your singles up
Encouraging his entourage to throw money in the air to show off their wealth


It's loyalty over money, bitches, and keys
Stating that loyalty is more important than money, women, and drugs


Backstab me, snatch his arms out the both of his sleeves
Warning that anyone who betrays him will suffer violent consequences


Chain and command, explained from a brain of a man
Describing the power structure of his crew and implying that he has a strategic mind


We go to war, like the Arabs'll do, from Pakistan
Comparing his crew to a foreign military force that is always ready for battle


Matter fact, like the Sun of Man would, from Bethlehem
Elevating his crew to a holy status and referencing the birthplace of Jesus Christ


Drop a jewel that the children out in school, can understand
Saying that he wants to provide wisdom and knowledge that is accessible to young people


All my brothers on the right hand side
Addressing the men on the right hand side of the party


I want to make sure why'all leave out this party alive
Expressing the desire for everyone to have a good time but not get hurt


And all my ladies on the left hand side, that got a drop and
Addressing the women on the left hand side who are driving a convertible


Hold it down, cause we don't got nine lives
Asking the women to be careful and not take unnecessary risks because life is precious


All my people in the center, I came to enter
Addressing the people in the center and asserting his presence


In the middle of your brain cell, it's me, Hell Razah
Claiming to have an impact on the listener's mind and asserting himself as the center of attention


Article one, hit the streets nigga
Encouraging the artist to assert their freedom of speech and share their message


4th Disciple, and we got them rifles
Introducing the producer again and asserting their possession of weapons




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Written by: FRANCIS DOMINIC NICHOLAS ROSSI, RICHARD JOHN PARFITT

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