Search results for 'whos da raw by carnage' Page #2

kill me, I'm
Alpha and Omega bitch
Staying independent, all these labels feeling condescending
Rappers really feel the same, even lil by their name

da da da da
Now you laying on the floor over there
As you can see all the raw right here
You would have seen it if I toured last year
But that's ok I

THE PLACE TO BE
PARTY PEOPLE騒げよALL THE NIGHT
オリジナリティーそしてクリエイティヴィティー
あわせもったMC WHO'S ON DA MIC

RAW>
誰もとめられんアチー奴等
もしもし先輩きいてますか
'02 ヨーイドン ぶっちぎりぎり

Boys at War

The Hot Boys

Guerrilla Warfare

1999

My niggas walkin' up, pullin' up, fuck a drive by 
'cause the nigga on the passenger side automatically die 
Capable to slide, wit' a you-P-T 
You

high
Gettin by
Livin' life
Like if you won't ever
Die Da da
It's only today
Tomorrows too late
We all on our way
To the star dust
From dust we all came

and law
And have sum kids by em and give 'em all what they need
Yea
I'm da king
Yea
And I foresee
'Cause it done even matter
'Cause it don't even matter
I'm

to jam) oh yeah

I was at the crib, sittin' by the fireplace
Drinkin' cocoa on the bear skin rug
Door bell rang, who could it be?
Thought to myself

thangs
Niaggas are taggin', they backin' up, they let'em hang
My niggas walkin' up, pullin' up, fuck a drive by
Cuz the nigga on the passenger side

to clean this up?
I said who’s suppose to clean the shitter?

You must be buggin', I'm mad raw
Her legs open up, my Jim Duggan like hacksaw
You must be

feelings frozen
I told god if it's a dream, wake me up, somebody pinch me
And they call me Dough Da Demon, but the devil ain't who sent me
And it's always

Spin the block all my niggas spin the block
I spy who that be oh that's a opp
Glock hold thirty stephen curry with the shot
Do em dirty then we roll

Uh
Raw D.I! 
L.Mont
4rm da Westbank to Mazant

I spit like I'm sick and congested
Im known and respected
Da throne just a seed, if ya home ain't

fuck you up
Had to disappear for a while shit got a lil' hot
Guess who's back on the block
Mr. Big Stuff laid back in the cut
One hand on the burner

nothing left 
Real rap fake humility is just as bad as arrogance 
If we don't fix us how do our babies stand a chance?  

We want the real
We need the raw

like ah free throw can pull ah nikka bit and by the night can have her deep throat
Tell everybody  da artist I'm lit
Kick game kool like Chinese kicks

yeah
See by thru dey face
I'm winnin the race
I do dis shit laid back yeah
Up inna da mornin, I'm way to lit, way to gone
Imma keep goin, gotta pay rent,

Two Thangs

Gucci Mane

Trap House

2005

starter coats
Laflare entertainment by myself 
But I used to have a high right, low left
Gettin' money by da truck loads 
Rollin up big fat el productos

Get the Drop on Em

LL Cool J

Mr. Smith

1995

bodies are fished out
I'm wreckin' niggas one-by-one but then I miscount
Mispronounced, how do LL bounce
And get ya shit bust? I turn ya faggots into

I’m da xhit
Diamonds talk my wrist 
Got ya Bitch 
Shwimmin off my Dick 
Mirror Mirror 
Who da fuck is Dis
I’m an absolute menace in dis Bitch 
Gimme

before my mama cry
Body ate by so many bullets, been crossed by so many niggas
Da hate be so real, make me feel like da realist nigga
See they'll hate u

Representin' 93

2Pac

Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z.

1993

I got a head, but ain't no screws in it
(money, money, money by the ton)
I got a head, but ain't no screws in it
(money, money, money by the ton)

I'm Still #1

Cypress Hill

In tha Beginning...There Was Rap

1997

still takin rappin for a joke
A passing hope, or a phase with the rope
Sometime I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MC's
I

and pain me, Picasso
And Da Vinci are of similar grain
The reality I paint is vivid, wicked
Ingrained into the skull of every human
Who allows me to take

By da coolers wit hella bags nigga 

Baggin soft 
Fingers raw
But I gotta round it up 

In and out 
And I'm gon 
I'm bout to count it up 

Got it