Hell Razah - Los Pepes Pt. 1 Lyrics

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[intro: hell razah talking to some unknown guy]*

[phone rings]

What up? (i'm on my way to see him right now)

Yo you buggin man! (yeah) yo we gotta get this nigga man

(don't worry about that son)

You still sniffin that shit man? (i'm on it i'm on it)

[hell razah:]

His name is pablo he snowed like an eskimo

Even could smuggle it through mexico the best of 'dro

That grow good enough to make him extra dough

In my ghetto we know him as white diablo

Smoke coke off a passport a lot of love in new york

Got crooked cops even callin him boss

Four lawyers paid off for some chicks that transport

In a jansport still it ain't cut ya hands off

In the ward or the section where they drop the grams off

Too tired his fears was the best throw off

Tipped the doorman a grand without touchin his hand

Tell him "stand there and signal if there's federal vans"

In a penthouse with twenty ki's under the couch

A mastermind to the kitty game with cat and mouse

Six o' clock gon' be a door knock

Check the money in the suitcase and make sure you load up the glocks

Eight o'clock you gon' flee the scene downstairs is a limosine

That chauffer is part of the team

Bring my cream through la guardia fuck the monitor

I got men in that security room shinin my shoes

When ya ass get off that plane i'm in the baggage claim

With a sign of ya last name holdin a cane

Hurry up and bring my money i ain't playin no games

We on our way to hit the stockin exchange yea

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[chorus: hell razah]

I'm 'bout yen pounds euros and pesos

Ain't no catchin no bodies until i say so

If i ain't baggin up 'dro givin out halos

I'm on that overtime grind makin my bankroll

Yen pounds euros and pesos

Ain't no catchin no bodies until i say so

If i ain't baggin up 'dro givin out halos

I'm on that overtime grind makin my bankroll

Yen pounds euros and pesos

[break: man over the phone]

Yo god what's good man?

Where you at man?

I'm on 3 i got the barry white album with me

The al green album with me

Man it's kinda leary out here

Hurry up!

[bronze nazareth:]

Meanwhile a wayne metro fillin petro in a 745

Lookin for the purple bag with the devil's emblem

Blendin employee style transfer the pounds

Roll weed in my passport slip past four hounds

Look the other way too many murders in town

From the skyview we rain rocks larry chambers style

Twenty birds with four corrupt lawyers in their pocket

Walk with a gat but ki in each of their vaginas

Sheets spread on the plane to remain anonymous

Took ten cabs to the historia from la guardia

Told the doorman "lookout for unmarked vans"

Notifed this bust nearby his day was goin grand

Now i'm in disect the couch in the pit house

Twenty ki's no trouble please and shots ring out [gunshots]

Six o' clock you not still sniffin his brains out

Pablo main route come up short pencil ya frame out

Two hours to do a handcount please sit still

Load the flocks into the glocks it's mornin so just chill

Everything routine eight p.m. to the limosine

A chaffeur with no words he knows the novel scheme

Bring the cream through the detection machine

We insured on the other side of the lens our luggage is clean

Send one of my doves out to the baggage claim

Look for the sun of man young face with dragon and king

Hurry up bring the money up or we'll garnish ya wage

We tryin to get out to the stockin exchange

[chorus]

[sample from a news report:]

Escobar's criminal history surfaces in the colombian press

His fall from grace is swift

His uncle is banished from the political scene

And many of his assets are seized

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