Lyrics:
Raw, Raw , Raw, Raw
Had your hoe but for she feening for more
She all on her knees, ain't praising the lord
Raw, Raw, Raw, Raw
In the hood like da
da toolie to the temple
'Case I need to seal the deal
If you looking fo that action bitch You met someone who feel
For real
Lookin like Jesus, feel
saint-like in pure white, he's
Photographed as he walks not only by us
But by everyone else who
Happens to be at the beach
Today young teenagers with iPhones
My flow is the meanest, and I explode any place anywhere like a Muslim extremist
You know who the team is, its raw skilla gorilla ain't no1 illa my
and perform
Battle them all
Shatter them all
By da time the metics come my dogs waxing the floors
Its that war sound
If you didnt know then you know now
Its
arithmetic it
Make the calculation syllable and flow wise
Fill the blank with raw life stories from my real eyes
You seen enough of me, you locked in at this
who's da greaziest,
We know da answer, nowadays u see me less,
I lay low, den i spring like a jack-in-da-box,
One second i'm by da water, den i'm back
Hats off, to da rich ones who flash and floss
Pour some liquors out to my
Dogs trapped up north
Reminisce on the deceased who no longer exist
Only
like Ness
The BX where they started rap
But 2 Raw For The Streets
Is what started Smack and who started that?
Philly nigga
Ask Gilly nigga it's all
Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death
Now hoods on the right, wild for the night
Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to what
Clan in da front, let
of old Kanye's best
But all they got left if F.Y.I. from the West
In the right side of victory for real
Success my lay up drill
In the mainstream
I win by
of old Kanye's best
But all they got left if F.Y.I. from the West
In the right side of victory for real
Success my lay up drill
In the mainstream
I win by
an eye, Gat for Gat
Peep Game, Cover the Mic and Spit Flamez
Two cats who come strapped, self contained
Ain't shit this raw since Big Daddy Kane
sisters?
This one's for the brothers
The brothers, the brothers
Said I be rappin' for da ladies
What's up ladies?
But this one's for da brothers
and Ja
An eye for an eye, Gat for Gat
Peep Game, Cover the Mic and Spit Flamez
Two cats who come strapped, self contained
Ain't shit this raw since
me
But little do they know I'm covered by da lords body you gone still spin I don't know yeah probably
It's something inside me I like to end
dumb like I know nothing
Who you know up out my generation that's inspired by jadakis and nas went against the odds
Golden bricks up under me I'm
your chick
An spot in your fadoura
Think I give fucks
Someone did
Misinform
I'm chaos incarnate
This carnage is raw
Conquer your conscience
That
chipmunk
Known in da grime scene I'm takin ova
(Who are you)
A nocturnal creature
Snooze u lose da game is ova
(Who are you)
Look, by now u kno da name
So
When I heard "Style Wars" by Lakim Shabazz
And in the lab
Everything was constructed with Stoupe
And y'all know that no one fuckin'
With us as a group
This the underground raw shit y'all missed
Soft shit get caught then it's chopped to small bits
Only time I got a drip is water faucet droplets
Bars
walk through the door,
Wit' the white flow,man,ask summore,
Who's dat?,goin' on raw?,
Wen I pull up in da Merc,
Every1 like,huh!,
Fake
I spit out the raw
And kick down the door
Man get on the floor
Or Boom
We settle the score
With metal or more
We general war
Go Boom
I spit out
you'll die dancin'
Dark, gliding shapes that violate every law of nature
Buy 'em or die a thousand deaths
2 Live Crew, 2 Live Crew
Boyz with da bass, boyz
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