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Bitch I'm goin in I won't stop by any means
Wrist watch gold teeth yeah I feel like Mr. Clean
Write a couple hits, I'ma do it for the team
Cock

Firm Fiasco

AZ

The Album

1997

mind stay core raw
Fill of ambiants, love fine carats and cars that launch
Nonchalaunt, usually there are Jimmies up in the palms
Play low style,

the music is yours
In mid dancin', doin' the biz
What you tell me to do is (down by law)

All you girls, raise the level, shout as loud as you can

I gets it in all day
In the studio all work, no play
I could pay a visit to your block all day
Fuck what ya’ll say I spit raw hard yay
Millz twisting

In the Raw

The Storm

The Storm

1991

is accessorized by a lovely set of cuffs. 
Film at eleven.

[Chorus]

[Repeats]
That's my baby, in the raw

assault, animate things
Broken barriers bounded by the bomb beat
Buildings are broken, basically I'm bombarding
Casually create catastrophes, casualties

I Miss My Love

Fabolous

Loso's Way [Clean]

2009

don't invite in, but since we got a like friend I could get you like, 10"
I told him I could move like 10 by nights end
Put the white over the plate, like

The Mission

Digital Underground

Who Got the Gravy?

1998

in em raw 
Breakin em off, like I had two and the bump 
Whylin in the club, while my thugs, doin The Hump 

I'd love for you, to come on through

The rap cuisine, I crack a raw egg and flex
I cave in your chest, this one came from the 'jects
Yeah, the cause and effect make innocent blood pour

Make It Hot

LL Cool J

Mr. Smith

1995

bout to wet it up, get it up
Take a track, drape it in jewels and set it up
I'm so nasty with mines, I warm it up like raw liquor
Dime pieces throw it

don't know what we been on
Don't know how we gettin home
By grace
It was by grace
Little did I know what was right in my face
Shackles to the night life

"I'll battle you on the net, I'll battle you in the flesh
I'll battle you over the phone you can call me collect"

"Verbally vicious,

I don't wanna know what it's like to not have you by my side
I don't wanna know what it's like to not have you by my
Queensland to Victoria,

You're in my sight that you stumbled
It’s clear I’m surrounded by snakes
So when I shed them they’ll turn in to flakes
I’ll have fun with these niggas when

to me
Didn't fit the recipe probably a little spicy
Appealing to the masses requires seasoning lightly
Felt like the kid that was ditched at the prom
By

the sin flows in rather temporally
Arterial weakness breached by fangs through the skin

The luthier lead all the vagabonds all on
And with these strings

tearing my very own heart in two
Wish I could stop loving your smile
The way your hair falls by your shoulder
Need you out of my mind
But the feelings just

a nigga for a trophy
Leave a nigga lean like codeine
Straight fuck you no grease
No justice no peace
Niggaz dying in those streets
By the hands

the Captain but I'm not Carribean
Walk through when it's tough
Bad man up on top
Raw Jets got me up
Sippin' nothin' for the clout
I'm doing it all by myself
I

on the month
Made it all back by the fifth
Get a bag then crunch
Ain't nothing to me Nigga double up
Cause I be in field x and o
While you niggas huddled up
Then

Reporting live from the basement
Brought to you by Raw Creation
Huh, Jersey!
I was born in Dirty Jerz I do em too filthy
Seen a lot of people

blocking
Done with talking, clock moving no walking
I'm a run them miles and I'm reaching the top and

Time rolls by
So fast
Look in the eye in I,
Even climb

another hoe wishin
(Wishin)
Make these bitches leave they man by the time that I get in
(Get in)
Racks to fat I don't think this money fittin'
(Fittin')

don't give a fuck man
I be living my life raw like it's the shimmy shimmy ya
Some people will say naw, never listen to my song
But like hitting in it raw