ترانه:
M O P Raise Hell

?) Take him then I back him down and lace him, raise hell! [Chorus] Raise hell! Hell, hell, go nigga raise hell! Raise hell! Go nigga raise hell!

make her say Oh, oh-oh-oh Oh, oh-oh-oh When I P-p-p-poker face P-p-poke her face I make her say Oh, oh-oh-oh Oh, oh-oh-oh What up P-p-p-poker face P-p

and people be pinnin me yo but some nigga just told me He put in your record and you was disrespecting off the T-O-P Should've put him in his coffin now

know that you say that I'm too street And you should've raised me up in the church But I'mma make a success o my life And trust me I'm true to my words

broad, automatic hoe, gotta yella hoe, comin through the boulevard pass by Caro, I never gave a damn my jewels gonna slam, I'm at I.H.O.P. eatin some

Mitz' Can I kick it? (Hell No!) That's why she got hair in her elbows and she real slow And a, every two weeks she gotta see her P.O She's a disgrace

like some kind of joke? Straight up There's nothin' you can do except get your P.H.D. Playa Haters 'Degree? That's right, aww, hell, yeah Player Haters

is like the repeat of Gandhi Me and G O D, from C O C Like got dough C O D A S A P, A S A P Play me, you crazy and your mother ass fat So I laid her

traveled a rocky road Swift to the Flipmode, quick grip for the unload Father forgive me for my sins But I'ma raise hell to the bitter end, I'm a soldier