Lyrics:
talent raw I don't need a fucking rubber
All my talent raw dog, yea yea
We still playing, or are we being serious now
I got people in the Philippines
feel like like it’s grinding me up into raw meat
Into raw meat
Into raw meat
Raging of our heartbeats
Seem to be offbeat
Will not sit on the sidelines
I
Raw Raw
He think he the law
Naw Naw
Even the government
Flaw
Bro Bro
Show him how it go
Ha Ha
He shot him in the jaw
Shoot for the crew
My chain be
grab the mic by the neck and jump up on the beat
It's that raw dog Doggystyle shit
You don't like it motherfucker then you can suck a dick
It's that raw
Damn I fucked up and fell in love with a slut
But she hella thick might go raw in her butt
She got my ass ascending the way she drink my nut
Gotta
her eyes wo-oh
Know my bitch she raw
Lies out she raw
Sit back sit back I should take down your robe
By the nights
I'm pulling up u made my mind mad
Live my life to the fullest
Every song is raw footage of my struggles overcome
I can see it now I'm through it
Speak in flows touch your soul with my
We stand tall, proceed to bring to ya raw
Read the fine print
We stand tall, proceed to bring to ya raw
Read the fine print
The fine print
Uh
Ill
Look look
dimming' the lights, breakin' the laws
Swimmin' on sight when that paper involved
still hot with this ice my potential is raw
Got high in
I'll turn ya to a demon
Broke em like a bad defend
I left they ankles leaning
Been told em not to get involved this some raw shit
Ima get the family fly
up
I get you a raw chicken (fish scale)
All my pieces in the fuckin' store hittin'
Signin' deals but still get
Your door kicked in
I'm in the Porsche,
the Octagon with two razors
Bet y'all didn't know I had a fake arm
I lost it, wild and raw before rap, I was gettin' it on
Took a fat nigga out in like
I fall
Like the colors on the leaves
Roll up and smoke the raw
Finger fucking all these hunnit's
Cuz they labels know I'm raw
They say a nigga went
for yo nails and still don't hit
Sad But I'm in my bag And I love me some blue cheese On god u can ask my tt Hood rich Like ti in 03 I was serving yo
the world, I was on the front raw
Run DMC show me what I wanna be
I got kicked up studio by Kool Moe Dee
The coat cross four in the tretch terrastry [?]
Give
the Ason
Givin' it to ya raw baby
The raw deal, because
These lovely rhymes made by the one and only
I'm Ason, there's nothin' phony about me
Billy give you the raw
If you didn’t want it
What you listening for?
Christopher Wallace
When I kick in the door
The system abolished
Is the mission
Since day one you ain't left mine
Got so much stress by the night time
Look up pray to god imma be fine
I'mma blow this raw in the mean time
Gran Finale
Yeah
Illa
Brooklyn
Yeah
I be talking that raw
From the the the block
I'm the the the king of
The the the hot
And I might cruise by in
Raw rap per i figli di puta non dico no cap
Sai che c'ho la merda più cruda
Sul boom bap, taglio teste tipo Hattori Hanzo
Sul quarto ti congelo tipo
of raw doggs, nigga
Fuck around and get your shit spit like laws, nigga
Fantasies never formulate
So when you get the formula to format
Uh, yeah
Oh, mhm (uh)
You take me by the hand
You light my fire
But you're no mine yet
I hope a tí are no a liar
Don't break the magic of desire
I
aside
Focus on yours
Ama wa feeli big
But trust me wo ye small
Ohio no aka me ti
Afei aduru mekcn
Me live fake life nkoaa
Menin daa mepcn
Feelings aside
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
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Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
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