Hells Kitchen

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 nigga
But everytime I think about it I'm cryin' my nigga
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 nigga 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 ass 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

Nigga 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
Nigga 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 nigga seminate a feminate trate
Bitch nigga 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 bitches

It's somethin' for the bitches

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 ass 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

Nigga 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

Nigga fick you and your fake well wishing
I get out of hells kitchen

Hells kitchen one day