Lyrics:
the hardcore for soldiers that got war
And the thugs in the crowd screaming 'YEAH WE LIKE IT RAW'
All wacks'll get the best of it (right), give 'em the rest
pics"
My bars come raw like papers, but you know I only got smoke for the haters
And by RAW man, man I don’t mean Sheamus
I’m balling like the LA Lakers
gone shoot it all raw
U play with them boys they gone kill them by 2mar
They got them sticks with the clips
They gone shoot it all raw
Don’t
I wanna try it
But this drip I gotta wipe it
Yea I know you bitches like it aye
Livin' in peace 'fore I Rest In Peace
In the kitchen with the recipe
crazy[00:42.25]Niggas got they gun in they lap, like they old lady[00:45.50]Got that bitch RAW, for the pack, it's no safety[00:48.73]Hit a triple right in the back, oh
your friends got jokes he's a fucking clown . I don't need that shit in my life no more. I don't sugar code shit I just spit it raw, and that boy fucked
I'm dropping bombs verbal
Smoking bomb herbal
By yourself son
That's a fucking tall hurdle
When I talk slow they thinking
That's a fucking raw
And I said
You put a bullet
In that fuckers brains
By order of the Peaky Blinders
Too Raw
Takeoff
Face-fuck a bad bitch, I'm fucking up her makeup
I
the pro as I perform and rock the show
Do with ease what others find impossible
'Cause I'm so damn fly, so just stand by
In a fight I beat rappers by
body in the playground by the swings
Anyone can get it, for sure it don't matter dawg
Especially when a nigga tries commitin sabotage
There ain't
in my E.Y.E.Z. and you might die
I'm a horn dog, got a lot of that porn y'all
Warned y'all, I was straight born raw like Orenthal
But I'm way worse
grass is green
Our green grass is brown
Shots rang my phone wasn't touch tone
A heavy beef in the street
ET had to flee
Grey heavens! Good grief!
he's trying to be like
His idols in the streets
Gang warfare to the raw fare
Don't even try to go up there
Penalties that you can't bear
You lose your
And begins laughing
Bring back his body keep frosty
The eyes in the hill won't be
Still till they see raw meat
Hung from a hook in a nook
Of the barns loft
(Wheezy outta here)
Ridin' that horse like a foreign (skrrt)
VS1 stone in my charms (stone)
No weapon shall ever be formed (no)
Tattoos on my
racism
It's how we need to grow through the pain
Yeah, check it out
First things first, rest in peace to the old me (old me)
I guess they call it
not alone
Probably out tryin' to bone anything in the street
I let her know she can leave I ain't tryin' to tie her up but see
It's hard to fuck with
me grieve for the beat before I murder it,
Don't know my name by now?
You shoulda heard of it,
Why? 'cause I'm murdering,
Anybody lurking in
like a bully bitch, get saved by the bell
If you scared, go to church I'll see you in hell
And your girl, she a flip, give me heads or tails
Everybody
Yeah man..
It's goin down bitch
Motherfuckers can't be weak
(vocal "Only the strong'll survive" repeats in background)
None of that shit
Short
Life dealt me a raw deal, had to make it for what it was worth so went on to sick-ville
Just what have I done? Signed in my balance then had to get
Self made
Gotta handle your own
I'mma handle mine
They tried and tell me I don't fit up in this motha fucka
'Cause Rozay been talkin' white he
I wake up in the morning, just glad my boots are on
Instead of empty in the whispering grasses
Down the Five at Forest Lawn
On the set, the makeup
Apocalypse Now
Mind over matter next batter be Tical
Put it on a platter how much uncut
Raw shit we dealin' wit, murder track what
Slang killin' it,
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