Hells Kitchen (Explicit)

Cold war  cold war  cold war
DJ Khaled
Yeah  back from the dead
Like Michael Jackson in red jackets
With naps in my head
Who's white or black  it's a rare package
Get smacked if you said
I'm neck and neck with these square rappers
My guest room's got plantiunm plaques
And an air mattress
No time for furniture shoppping
Too bussy burning you
Watching you  learning you
Word to Pac
I'm plotting to murder you
Should of thought and occured to you
My next album flop
Then I'm goin pop  like Nelly
With tops dropped on convertible  Porsches
Born Sinner  not burning no crosses
Might burn a couple bridges
I'm losing by double digits
I gotta do somethin'
Fightin' depression I'm trying my ni**a
But everytime I think about it I'm cryin' my ni**a
Cried myself to sleep on thousand dollar sheets
I reak of the scent of a vendetta that's deep
I'm playing for keeps
But you ain't think I'd bounce back
They love to hear black ni**a count stacks  count stacks
Forty thousand in my pocket you see it
Another twenty on the way you see it
I got a fish for a dollar you see it
Five hundred for the Js you see it
I get money out the a** you see it
I thought I'd never see the day you see it
They put a price on my head you see it
But they don't ever have to pay you see it
I fell down on my knees and yeah I prayed
Cause heaven seems a million miles away
I dreamed of all the things that I would say
On that day
But for now I'm cooking up in hells kitchen  hells kitchen
Ni**a fick you and your fake well wishing
Now get out of hells kitchen  hells kitchen
Tell my story I'm just hopin' they'll listen
Cooking up in hells kitchen  hells kitchen
Ni**a fick you and your fake well wishing
I get out of hells kitchen  hells kitchen  one day
Yeah  omission's usually  an admission to guilt
Hari Kari yourself  all the way to the hilt
You get nothin'  no love
Zip  zero  zilch
We don't mention you lames
Man I be pleadin' the fifth
There's a Judas in every crew
Concealing the kiss
Kiss of death  let's put the rest all to tedious bits
Fick sake you ni**a seminate a feminate trate
B**ch ni**a when could never relate
Nah  cause man you niggas is birds
You learn that at bird school  or somethin'
You eaten that bird food  or somethin'
You sick with that bird flu  or somethin'
That's my word  cause every where I turn
When folks I known for years
That couldn't pronounce my name
And asking me for pics
There's something bout this game
It's somethin' for the b**ches
It's somethin' for the b**ches
Forty thousand in my pocket you see it
Another twenty on the way you see it
I got a fish for a dollar you see it
Five hundred for the Js you see it
I get money out the a** you see it
I thought I'd never see the day you see it
They put a price on my head you see it
But they don't ever have to pay you see it
I fell down on my knees and yeah I prayed
Cause heaven seems a million miles away
I dreamed of all the things that I would say
On that day
But for now I'm cooking up in hells kitchen  hells kitchen
Ni**a fick you and your fake well wishing
Now get out of hells kitchen  hells kitchen
Tell my story I'm just hopin' they'll listen
Cooking up in hells kitchen  hells kitchen
Ni**a fick you and your fake well wishing
I get out of hells kitchen  hells kitchen  one day