Lyrics:
and quasars
Pharoahs locked the game, no shame, we hate y'all
[Vinnie Paz]
Yeah! Raw muthafuckin rap! Hardcore shit! Ninety four shit
Shoot the fuckin
with death.
Raw models
Ruin & Misery
I can offer you a hand
To help you hold the dagger
A perfect jewel for
Our perfect end.
And as we lay,
grin
Cooking something raw, cooking something big
Pandemonium, selfish pigs
Headless chickens scared shitless
The media will never quit
Allegro
and raw
Staying up on the ridge
Trying to keep the high ground
Shoulder is throbbing
And I'm wearing down
Shamrock's head is bobbing
And I don't
a text I ain't never gon' send (I ain't never gon' send this shit)
Yeah, okay, too much pride, can't help myself
I can't hit it raw, 'cause when I get
this chop, realest nigga alive
Real nigga, rock star
(Nigga, quit playin' with me, I'm too raw for you)
Baby Jesus AKA motherfuckin' Baby now
(Too
sip it raw, I love the taste
'Cause I heard she give a lotta face
I be pourin' lotta eights, sip it raw, I love it straight
Ayy, ride out, ride out
Every time I open my mouth
I take off my clothes
I'm raw and frostbitten from
Being exposed
I got red scabby hands
And purple scabby feet
Raw bass material, huh, when individual
True brand imperial you're hearin' on your stereo
Transcribe the live, the Mos, Def init-ial
Sit BACK,
Coca, muah
Elephant in the Room
Crills, uh
Early in the mornin', could barely feel my face
Cuttin that raw raw, hammer on my waist
My baby
Skibadee, skibadanger, I am the rear ranger
Hit them with the raw for sure, now bun your draw
Yeah, come on, argh
Skibadee, skibadanger, I am the rear ranger
on
Yes, the lantern burns, firm and easy
And broadcast, so raw and neatly
Thunder roll, sunshine, work it out
Overload, overload, overload
Comin'
All I wanted to do was get a bitch and fuck her raw
All I wanted to do was hit a lick, then hit the mall, yeah
Fly lifestyle, I'm rocking Amiri with
the raw
Uncut pure raw coke, that'll keep a nigga shiverin'
See me I don't give a damn
When I smoke this gurkah
Bitches they be fightin' and be
friends, you know how these hoes talk
Might c-walk to the ghost, see me ghost ride
T-raw get it popping, I can never go pop
Dope boy smile, all you see is
With my boston bloodthirsty process
P-e-a-c-e
Move em in move em in
Move em out move em out
Stick it up raw hide!
Yea, gotta come back to attack
like a plug in the wall
Fuckin with the BMG leave ya hostage like saw
Whatcha need I got the soft
And the stupid ass raw
Hit the stupid ass raw end
Up
flippin' yo' top
Ayy, ayy, whoa, pullin' up raw
Ayy, whoa, ayy, whoa, ayy, I'm in the zone
Ayy, whoa, ayy, whoa, ayy, my diamond a charm
Ayy, whoa,
When we fucking it feel like a movie
Raw bitch ain't never been a groupie
Stiff on a ho, I like my nigga bougie
Tell me you never ever wanna lose me
(cha-cha, rrr)
Talk that pop off, talk about lockjaw, big dudes, S-K, dot call
A bad bitch right now, she wanna fuck on me, now I might go raw, dog (raw
("It's the real")
("Conversatin' like some raw pimps sportin' the minks")
Rhymes take flight, gods get tight, it's serious
("You know and I know")
drawers (I said I love you, baby)
It's just you and me
You know what I be on, I'm about to go raw (love you, baby)
'Cause I like what I see (oh)
Look,
want to rock and roll the groove a bit.
Sexy shake from the heat I make, 'cause I know what it takes.
My recipe ain't raw.
Cool calls time out
from the passenger seat
The mic booth, the district where they be packin' the meat
Cause they kept it raw as the jump off, I hop, back on the beat
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