Lyrics:
FOUND IN THE ROUGH
THATS WHY IM DOWN IN THE TRENCH
I’m FROM THE GARDEN
I LOVE THE FLOWER
YOU CAN TELL BY THE STENCH
YOU CAN TELL WHO PLAY THE GAME
Land of the free
But the skin I'm in identifies me
So the people around me
Energize me
Callin' all aboard this train ride
Talkin' 'bout raw
tranced by the advance
Tranqued by the sound bank
Put under the drum
Numbed off of our shit
Now who you rocking with them or us
Deep love or cheap lust
QB
befallen again
Plus thousand wrist watch
That pussy wet from my drip
Sit pussy raw on my lips (My lips)
Suffocate my pain in them hips
Promising myself lies
God]
Haha, no, next up, the man who needs no introduction
Muthafuckin' New York's Backbone, take it home
[Trife Da God]
Aiyo, I roll like a bat out
Man she gave me so much brain
She sucked my dick till She was dumb
Like who gone check me
Imma dawg
Who gone sex me
Fucked her raw
Who gone bless me
Gotta grind non stop, I need mine off top...
That's how I was raised
Southside, I'm from da block, try me, you get dropped...
That's how I was raised
strap like Metal Gear
Take pride in da murder rate, dats another cold case
Expression of a cold heart come from a dark place
Cuffed by ah white cop
homies, they wadn't by they self,
If it ain about da paper we ain neva dealt,
Short conversations wid my opps is like a double flex,
Always repping what I
across the Time Square ticker
T. Dub niggas be like what's da deal Wood?
How he sound on the mic? Oh Side? He's real good!
Damn who dat be? oh dat be
the locker smelling
Like teen spirit in 92
Phone blinging as I
Dash through the night
I know it cost to be this raw
But may I ask you the price?
Raw sin is
bitch
Catching pussy like I’m Edelman bitch
Who is you calling Arrogant bitch
Now I gots to meet with ya chick
We gon bang bang bang
Ima skeet skeet
Ain’t
rappers by day's end
Yet they lack the skill niggas don't really rap for real
I clap the steel you 100 yard dash like it was track and field
Cut from a rare
[Ingrid Smalls]
Na na na.
Oh, oh, oh, no no no
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Yeah
I done been in this game for years, it made me an animal
I learned that
shit so raw got your maami wanting more... live da dopeman life... got da dopeman gift... dopeman please can I have another hit? Dopeman said my nigga
bodies are fished out
I'm wrecking niggas one-by-one but then I miscount
Mispronounced, how do LL bounce
And get ya shit bust? I turn ya fagots into
entrenced in jealousy just like the suckers who abhor me they
tell but they don`t know the core, so raw is now my reference like
Mumia there is no
Tell ahead abcg nd it's
On me hating always speaking on da next nigga
No bands no hoes no checks
Niggas speaking of who sucking
Fucking running who it's
B Side, B side, ha, check it
So So Def ... Bad Boy ... collaboration
The Notorious BIG in the house
We got Da Brat in the house
And me, y'all
myself a little bit by
Bit-bit-bit-but
In my attic lies a 100 faces
So would you stop pulling them away
I'm the man who hides
In all the masks that he
Smoke two blunts for da kinfolk
Dis bitch got me smokin out da window
This shit so real no pretendo
I might as well roll a extendo
Im so hard my ice
missing
The front of that paper I'm listed
That money you saved I flipped it
That check that you saved I drenched it
On bitches got Remy by da fiftys
We
[DJ Premier]
"One-two.."
"One-two, shots to the chin.. knock you out"
"One-two.." "Devestating!" "On da mic"
"One-two.." "The maker, owner!"
"Come
don't try to double cross me
Like Tennessee ghouls, I'll nail that ass to the cross, b
Revenge mode, I live life by the sword
And if you live by it, die
.png/220px-Carnage_(Marvel_Comics_character).png "Carnage")
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