[Intro: Babyface Fensta]
Oh shit, scrappin' pain...
So what, fuck you, one day...
But now... give it to 'em raw, baby
Give it to 'em hardcore, baby
Give it to 'em raw, no condom?
Damn... fucking condoms
[Babyface Fensta]
I look like the softest nigga in the world, don't I?
Typical, but fuck what you think
Mushroom head, do stab face, pussy lip
Ass eater, I toke steel like a samurai
Represent Clarkson Ave., so I be damned if I
Commit Harry Carry with this aparatis
Superstar status required, I want a page in Esquire
And a spot in your collection, til your life expentency expires
I bust like a back-up nut, in a virgin
Cum hard, as erections, spitting the AIDS virus
At orgasm, you can't phatom how deep the shit you in
Cuz she wore no protection, like Bobby
Dreaming about fucking was his hobby
Came home from a bid, and slid up in cabin's raw
Hit the belly of the beast, work release
Is where he saw his dick dripping, urinary track infection
Should of studied his lessons, wouldn't have to observe for hours
The medical profession...
[Interlude: Babyface Fensta]
Ain't that right, shit?
Yo, this bitch is a trick, for real
Give it to 'em, like what?
Give it to 'em raw, bitch you don't deserve my dick
I'm tired of fucking ya'll with no condom, for real
I ain't got no babies, yet
[Babyface Fensta]
You a pussy eater, I'm a pussy beater
You a protistent, I'm a pugilest, fuck your testament
I'm a master combatent, Space Ghost gave mouth to virtual gat
Fire it, your flow needs Midas, silence
Savages in the pursuit of happiness
Living in Madonna's world, snotbox rolls, rock
Your equilibrium, your schedule dues
Status report, you need more vegetables
In your diet, red if you ride it
You ride and you just got started, took it personal
Emotion, bitch, the catalyst
Like Sony did it over there, zip ya lip
Come here, the tales of a true rebel
Who drug you, through the mud like rainy
Football scrimmages, holographic images
Shift in ya mind, swift like wind ninjas
Babyface of Manchuria, last young pupil from 5 Deadly Venoms
Get up in 'em like rough sex
With ya dream bitch, I'm vex, the pussy ain't shit
A whore's son, I'm dope like Sandra and Heroin, muthafucka
[Interlude: Babyface Fensta]
Yeah... give it to 'em raw, hardcore...
Hardcore... give it to 'em raw...
Give it to 'em raw, baby, hardcore, baby...
Give it to 'em raw, baby, no condom, again?
[Babyface Fensta]
First origin, Lonbrook cook
Listen, look, two in that, this Detroit Piston
From Brooklyn, East 95th and Clarkson
You barking, up the wrong tree
Life's full of suprises, like, underestimating me
And kissing the canvas, I brandish, outlandish artillery
A two-five raven, eighteen shot extended clip
Easy to murder, a nigga in the dance, with
I'm no thug, just don't take no shit
Never live foul, like not washing ya hands after taking a piss
And giving me a pound, unless ya pussy test
Then you get one in out your chest
[Outro: Babyface Fensta]
Yeah... yeah.. chest...
Muthafuckas, raw... raw.. yo baby, yo baby
Come on, baby, come on, baby
You gotta get it up for me, come on
I just made you bust like 4 nuts, girl...
And I ain't got fuckin' AIDS
Haha, faggot muthafuckas
You niggas ain't raw
I don't buy none a that bullshit you tellin' me
King you'll never be, I can see you niggas ain't raw
Hell naw, give a damn who you go and get
Real niggas know it we can notice that you niggas ain't raw
Even know now you 'posed to be down with so and so
Still the same lame from a year ago, I know you ain't raw
You ain't graduated with the gladiators, you just practice for the young assassinators
You know you ain't raw
Fuck that shit you tellin' us
I know you ain't shit as us
You ain't no competitor, that shit there ain't scarin' us
You bought ya self a slaughterin' a coffin's what you headed for
You ain't wanna die well nigga what you pull a weapon for?
Just cause we the niggas all of yo hoe bitches checkin' for
and ain't nobody real niggas rather hear instead of us
You ain't out shinin us, you ain't out sellin' us
A lot of niggas do it don't nobody do it well as us
Hater wanna flex with us
Let em get vested up
Hit em with the choppa chest and up, bet I wet cha up
Let cha partna get cha up, ain't nobody catchin' us
But this some shit I'm bound to receive a lethal injection for
King of the whole thing, fuck whoever steppin' up
Give a damn whoever behind him, care about who catchin' up
Long as I'm alive the second best you have to settle for
Come on now you really think you betta, bruh
I got 44's glowing on a boat just goin'
This bitch, his bitch, and yo bitch blowin'
Young pimpin' get dough like his last name Cohen
My fan base spread and the shit kept growing
that what got me getting head in the vessel
of the G4 again hook a hustle up with investors
now there he go again
Twenty million later I guessin' it finally soakin' in
unless you just a hater who mad at me cause he broke again
Sellin' all his jewelry considerin' sellin' dope again
cuz he was ballin' out of control and posed to be focusin'
Wanna be the king by default they hopin' for openin'
Pray the see the day they hear me say I never flow again
But au contraire I guarantee one year after another they'll suffer as long as I'm here
[Chorus: scratches by DJ Revolution]
("Raw!") ("R.A.W.")
("Give it to ya – raw!") ("R.A.W.")
("Give it to ya - raw!") ("R.A.W.")
("Give it to ya - raw!") ("R.A.W.")
("Give it to ya - raw!") ("Gon' give it to ya..")
[Checkmate]
Raw.. love and war.
I'ma give it to ya.. let's go..
Raw, imperial cats is wieldin instrumental war
Rap tactical macks perform unspeakable acts
And hope on vengeance, exposin your pretenders
to the laws and battle nature performance under the gun
And we move, with maximum efficiency to your redundant
And shake, we dominate 'em on old fashion, break 'em with a power
like glass jaws, fresh we outta grammar inflict force
We grapple your mental with word tentacles sick
Manipulate your heart rate through brain chemicles slick
I slide through like lubrication on a Latex
Fuckin your thought process hard like date-rape sex
Smokin cigarettes slow and once your cherry glow red
Cause I'ma see the satisfaction in the end
My caliber big time designed to be fatal
And crush a nigga windpipes slow with my cables
They feel this soloist soon, this cat controllin the womb
I'm movin cracks like they body consume
Certified but my ability's skill, license to kill
And carry the heavy weaponry, ill like pentetiaries
RAW! [echoes]
[Chorus]
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Yo.. it's several different levels to pickin up shovels
and dumpin you in ditches under sea level, frontin you can witness
Let me refreshin you niggaz tell you my position in this
Beef! Leavin you under Venice, opposition finished!
Here it is, we invaded created a Pyramid
of a Haven of names, so blame Dre and that ear of his
So [heavy breathing] breathe, I'd rather REACH for your neck
And I never HEAT you for respect, unless you GREET me wit less
I got a skunk, in my trunk
I'm lyin, I got a pump in my trunk
You dyin, how many lumps niggaz want?
Who's ready for y'all? We ready for y'all
We too incredibly raw, for any artist that said he would draw
I stand firm, and it hurts to live it
You open up that can of worms, I hope you ready for the dirt that's wit it
Defenders of the fame fast, Concise is a Checkmate
The endin of your life, so prepare for your rest date, c'mon
("Raw!") ("R.A.W.") ("RAW, RAW!")
("I'ma give it to ya – raw!") ("R.A.W.")
("RAW! I'ma give it to ya - raw!") ("R.A.W.")
("RAW! I'ma g-give it to ya - raw!") ("R.A.W.")
[Concise]
Let's go.
It's war games and I'm a dominator by nature
Battle machines, chamoflouge greens on your radar
They starvin the artists, bullshit, charge it
Discharge on a target, dearly departed
Raw and uncut, uncooked I'm pure
Price to sell tour, rap sell out stores
Somethin to live for, double my street value
Clear-cut your colony, and balance the economy
I speak in testaments, unleashin pestilence
Light speed, supreme being the Fifth Element
High grade, the most potent, West coast wasps rollin
And build a empire like the Romans
Down by law, raw like a (?)
When I took the bottle to the center of your glass jaw
Defendin number 7, ball ready and write
Most steady on mic, raw like Israel light
Young Lord of the Sound Table, niggaz of the +Knight+
The ruler rough rhyme better known as Concise
We certified original, roll heat
You niggaz is beginners in this rap race runnin with cold feet like.
[Chorus: Raekwon]
Yes, the shit is raw, comin at ya door
Yes, the shit is raw, comin at ya door
Yes, the shit is raw, comin at ya door
Start to scream out loud, Cream Team's back for more
[Raekwon]
900 dollars on the glass table
Wally Clark Gable unable
Blow it on a grey goose
Picture that, elephant skin
Cardier glasses dim
What's that? Gold around the rim
Hollywoodizin, without goin Hollywood
Polly for all, Cream Team playas in the hood
Stop that scrutenizin, naturize
See my paper rise, promotin it at Lakeshore Drive
Trickin at the shark bar, God
Make sure the collar greens got turkey bars par, we got you Allah
Rare start grappin the hair, playin Cuban Linx
Spinnin like the swivel chair, yea
No question
[Baby Thad]
The peeps flippin, actin like she wanted me to pipe her
And they got you jealous, claimin that you never liked her
Then I found out y'all was too many dykers
Now I'm hyper, beggin you to hook me with a cypher
See me in the tunnel and you trouble me
Get my dick hard dancin, sippin my bubbly
Yo, beat me in the head, talkin 'bout how you got a man
that can't get freaky as I wanna be
No talk, Giant Size in the game
Colt 45, appliance in the game
Tyra's in the game, huh?
Relyin on money, to make sure that my environment change
[Chorus x2]
[Raekwon]
2:15 and I'm blasted, smack that ass kid
Light skin, what up? Stop splashin
Slang got niggas in the choke hold
Freakin their coats, got $64,000 on clothes, yo
Wu-Wear jackets and hats, relaxin, bets play that
Ping-pong champion cats, what?
Chantin out Walk Myers
Yo, the weather is nice, flex the Benz
with $10,000 in flyers
[Baby Thad]
The squellin I'm for in the six range things
Make the loyaliest cats, Flipmode do strange things
Switch like change lanes, chains, rings and glaciers
Stay phat in it
[Chip Banks]
Man, I can't stand them chicks, I dig for Vanson
Play a brother close to Puff is Branson
Ice work, gleamin I'm catchin them, glancin
I play 'em no mon', 'bout to bar dance 'em
White bitches with Banky like, "You handsome"
Flyin to the hills, to fuck in the mansion
Only one way you spendin the night in here tonight
[singing] If your head is right
[Raekwon]
Dance turn into a romance
Dance turn into a romance
Get up, get down, move around, cover ground
Throw it on the brother now, you swore
I had your mother on the ground
High rollers that know us
Crisp pop, giftshop, hollas that rock Polo's
Here they hold they shoulders, yo
Lay it like a chain be on, we on Cream Team
Play on, with all grey on, flavor like crayon
Whoo!
Whoo!
Aye!
Swizzie!
Monica!
Aye!
Let's work!
Bounce!
Bounce!
Bounce!
ATL!
You want that?
You gotta have that?
I know you need that!
You gotta have that!
Come on!
Hey!
You want that?
You gotta have that?
I know you need that!
You gotta have that!
Ladies!
You get the paper
Make the paper
You know I'ma
Come and save ya
You know where
I live
I got them
Million dollar neighbors
I came through ya block
Lookin' so clean
Them chicks like "Damn!"
He got that "Shoulder Lean"
You can touch it
You can grab it
If you like it
You can have it
We flyin' way far
Girl I make
That ya habbit
I'm caked out
To death
You rocked
Out to death
I make ya
Spend it all
'Till it ain't
Ain't left
I'ma have to
Spit it like this
Say the samething
Wit a lil' twist
Soft, sweet
Ain't workin' no more
No, I'm finna give
It to ya raw so
Yo' 22's ain't nothin' new
You out hustlin'
You better bring it in
Soft, sweet
Ain't workin' no more
No, I'm finna give
It to ya raw so
You can say bye
To me
Being lady like
Say peace
To me tryna
Keep the peace
It ain't work then
You only hurtin' me
Now you missin' me
And I go crazy
Get in line
When I lose my mind
See, I found out
I gotta get you mad
See it makes me glad
So I
I'ma have to
Spit it like this
Say the samething
Wit a lil' twist
Soft, sweet
Ain't workin' no more
No, I'm finna give
It to ya raw so
Yo' 22's ain't nothin' new
You out hustlin'
You better bring it in
Soft, sweet
Ain't workin' no more
No, I'm finna give
It to ya raw so
Ladies and gentlement!
Aye!
Whoo!
Hey!
Get it!
Come on!
Okay, okay, okay.
Swizzie!
Well, since you
So street
I'ma bring it
To ya level
Imagine
I'ma ya new connect
You about to
Meet tomorrow
Keepin' me happy
Is so important
I'm the one
You need to
Keep darlin'
So take that
Apply it to this
All that hard work
Apply it to herre
If you don't want
Me to be
The girl
That you lost
I'ma have to
Spit it like this
Say the samething
Wit a lil' twist
Soft, sweet
Ain't workin' no more
No, I'm finna give
It to ya raw so
Yo' 22's ain't nothin' new
You out hustlin'
You better bring it in
Soft, sweet
Ain't workin' no more
No, I'm finna give
It to ya raw so
I'm finna give
It to ya raw so
All my girls
Just give it
To'em raw so
Them boys
With no game
We ain't for
(I'ma have to)
I'ma have to
Spit it like this
(Like this, say)
Say the samething
Wit a lil' twist
Soft, sweet
Ain't workin' no more
(It ain't workin' no more)
No, I'm finna give
(Give it to ya raw)
It to ya raw so
Yo' 22's ain't nothin' new
You out hustlin'
(Everyday, hustlin')
You better bring it in
Soft, sweet
(Yeah, no, no, no)
Ain't workin' no more
No, I'm finna give
It to ya raw so
Hoo, oooh
I say hoo whooa
Oh whoa
The pictures left with me won't fade
These images affect me every day
Cause of you I feel I don't deserve
The life I see in her
Just don't leave me
Inside I'm so cold
Inside I'm so cold
I've never been someone who knows
My choices haunt me everywhere I go
Finally did something right for myself
My life to you no one else
Just don't leave me
Inside I'm so cold
Inside I'm so cold
I'm so cold
I feel so cold
I CAN'T TAKE THIS
I feel so...
Inside I'm so cold
Inside I'm so cold
I feel so:
Verse One:
Here I am . . . R-A-W
terrorist, here to bring trouble to
phoney emcees, I move on and sieze
I just conquer, and stomp another rapper with ease
Cause I'm at my apex and others are be-low
nothing but a milliliter, I'm a kilo
Second to none, making emcees run
Also don't try to step to me, cause I ain't the one
I relieve rappers just like Tylenol
and they know it, so I don't see why you all
try to front, perpetrating a stunt
when you know that I'll smoke you up like a blunt
I'm genuine like Gucci, raw like sushi
The Sage of Rage is what rap did to me
To make me want to create chaos and mayhem
cold rock a party, until the A.M.
I'll make a muscle, grab the mike and hustle
while you stand dazed and amazed, I'll bust a little rhyme
with authority, superiority
and captivate the whole crowd's majority
The rhymes I use definately amuse
better than Dynasty or Hill Street Blues
I'm sure to score, endure for more without a flaw
Cause I get RAW!
Verse Two:
I give a speech like a reverend, rappers start severin
and in my lifetime, believe I've never been beaten
or eaten, or just tookin out
you know, come to think about, I keep emcees lookin out
And real nervous, when I'm at your service
Also give me that title boy, you don't deserve this
I work like a slave to become a master
And when I say a rhyme, you know that it has ta
be perfectly fitted, cause I'm committed
the entertainer and trainer and Kane'll get with it
I go and flow and grow to let you know, I'll damage ya
I'm not an amateur but a professional unquestionable, without a doubt superb
Also full of action, my name should be a verb
My voice will float, on every note
when I clear my throat, that's all she wrote
The minute that the Kane starts to go on
believe it's gonna be smooth sailing so sail on
As I put other rappers out of their misery
Get em in a battle and make them all history
Rulin and schoolin, emcees that I'm duelin
watch em all take a fall, as I sit back coolin
on a throne, with a bronze microphone
Uhm, God bless the child that can hold his own
Cause I get raw!
Verse Three:
chillin, killin like a villain
the meaning of RAW is Ready And Willing
to do whatever is clever, take a loss never
And the rhymes I bust, comin off is a must
And I come off hard with rhymes that are odd
I rip the microphone and leave it scarred
Never smokin or hittin or takin a sniff
Only crushin emcees that be tryin to riff
I get strong and titanic, do work like a mechanic
make emcees panic, they all get frantic
And skeptic, like a girl on a contraceptive
As I rocked, but hey, what you expected?
I'll get raw for ya, just like a warrior
rather like a samurai, and I;ll be damn if I
ever let a Fisher-Price emcee hang
their rhymes are toy, nothing but ying yang
So if we battle on the microphone
bring your own casket and tombstone
And I'ma preach your funeral, tell me who in the world
Unsheltered and exposed
When every door is closed
There's nowhere left to find protection
All that I have left
Is this brutal, wreckless depth
I'm running scared with no direction
Dark
The only thing that's real
It's all that I can feel
And every single nerve is screaming
Wait
For sleep that never comes
My imagination runs
Out of reach and it has left me bleeding
CHORUS
When reality returns
And I've finally broken free
I'll stand up and face the world
That once abandoned me
The flow
Of panic in my veins
Anxiety constrains
Every move and I am slowly sinking
Down
To depths I've never reached
My security's been breached
A victim of my way of thinking
(CHORUS)
Bleak
A desert without rain
I'm a prisoner of pain
A disciple of my own disaster
Still
This silent symphony
Serenades the barren sea
Calling out as if it somehow matters
Let me put my arms around you
Give me refuge in your soul
I have drunk from fire water
Free spirits rising in the world
The new moon rises from the darkness
Lord I need a healing prayer
Give me a medicine for fever
Give me the cure, give me the cure so I can see
Raw
Burnt back to the bone
Raw
You gotta leave this child alone
Raw
I ain't got no home
I'm Burnt right back
Burnt right back to the bone
I am falling, I am falling
Feels like I'm fixin' to die
Wild, wild horses could not drag me away
From this earth to heavens gate
Raw
Burnt back to the bone
Raw
You gotta leave this child alone
Raw
I ain't got no home
I'm Burnt right back
Burnt right back to the bone
Running like a river
Rolling like a train
Free spirits rising
In the world today Free spirits rising in the world
Raw
Burnt back to the bone
Raw
You'd better leave this child alone
Raw
I ain't got no home
Raw
Raw
Burnt back to the bone
Raw
You'd better leave this child alone
Raw
I ain't got no home
Raw
Running like a river
Rolling like a train
Raw
Why don't we do it
Why don't we do it
Why don't we do it in the raw
You'd better leave this child alone
Come on baby
Come on baby
[Cassidy]:
Look dog, you will never shine,
Unless you come up with some better lines,
And use your own flow instead of mine.
So instead of rhyme,
You should go to the cemetary and dig your own grave up ahead of time.
You wanna cop some Jordans? I got the better kind.
The bugs bunny straps n snatch the pat leather kind.
I be on ? pipe where the pipers is,
'Cus i be baggin up white in this piper crib,
Makin' dimes like 20's twice as big.
Man they fluffy like pillows, put you right to bed.
Most of the real killers doin' life or dead.
I could fight but i'll hit you with the knife instead.
Or put that red light on ya head,
and have led poppin' out the toaster like a slice of bread.
I can handle gats, Im on fire like candle wax,
My pockets lumped like camel backs.
I got crack and packs of green daddy,
If you a pothead or fiend just scream at me!
And full surface is the team daddy,
You tryin' to get a mean sixteen then scream at me!
N*gga!
[interlude]
Ayo, the chit-chat fam get chu backhand,
I rap man but i clap till the gat jam.
And im a gat man, put tha mac wit the airholes to ya earlobe,
You sniff like scarecrows.
You can't hate Cass cus i make cash,
and i take cash, ya'll need to take baths.
I laugh at you dirty ass n*ggas,
Lil' cheap thirty dollar jersey ass n*ggas.
You a bum b*tch cus you dumb b*tch,
and when the pot come, you don't get a crumb b*tch.
You sound real fake on them mixtapes,
Screamin' how you get cake 'cus you flip weight. (nah n*gga)
You tell jokes, you don't sell coke,
You just wanna roast 'L's n inhale smoke.
You broke, be ashamed of yourself,
Get on ya knees and squeeze that thing on yourself!
I split domes if a youngin' get grown,
I grip crome, keep the piece on the hipbone. (homez)
I spit dope n*gga wanna get poked?
I get coke from a spic on a fish boat.
I hug blocks and you not a thug 'ock,
But you dont get the picture till u get a mugshot.
If you a scared man, you a dead man,
I put led in that man on ya headband.
'Cus i done work, put in dumb work,
Slum work, and im nice with the gun work.
Man my gun spray 'cus im like monday,
through sunday with the gun play.
Come through a back street with tha lil' wack jeep,
and imma clap heat and put ya brains on the back seat!
You cats is sweet and aint my cup of tea,
Let me put my arms around you
Give me refuge in your soul
I have drunk from fire water
Free spirits rising in the world
The new moon rises from the darkness
Lord I need a healing prayer
Give me a medicine for fever
Give me the cure, give me the cure so I can see
Burnt back to the bone
You gotta leave this child alone
I ain't got no home
Iæ¦ Burnt right back
Burnt right back to the bone
I am falling, I am falling
Feels like Iæ¦ fixin' to die
Wild, wild horses could not drag me away
From this earth to heavens gate
Burnt back to the bone
You gotta leave this child alone
I ain't got no home
Iæ¦ Burnt right back
Burnt right back to the bone
Running like a river
Rolling like a train
Free spirits rising
In the world today
Free spirits rising in the world
Burnt back to the bone
You'd better leave this child alone
I ain't got no home
Burnt back to the bone
You'd better leave this child alone
I ain't got no home
Running like a river
Rolling like a train
Why don't we do it
Why don't we do it
Why don't we do it in the raw
You'd better leave this child alone
Come on baby
Six AM, just woke up drunk
There's a woman by my side
Who is she and where am I ?
And why are my hands tied ?
Well, I don't even care, I don't even care
As long as I had fun
Now I'm pissing alcohol
And my brain's well-done
I'm sick and tired of you
Being so sick and tired of
The way I live my life...
Raw
I want it
Raw
I need it
Raw
I like it
Raw
I want it
Raw
She said Let's go for breakfast-hunting
So we went for a ride
Sunday morning, the stores were closed
But she was open wide
She said Do you wanna play, do you wanna play?
I couldn't find reason good enough to say no
Before I knew, I was lying there
And some parts began to grow
I'm sick and tired of you
Being so sick and tired of
The way I live my life...
Raw
I want it
Raw
I need it
Raw
I like it
Raw
I want it
Raw
I tried everything from crack to psychoanalysis
Even tried to shoot myself, but I always somehow missed
I'm sick and tired of you
Being so sick and tired of
The way I live my life...
Raw
I want it
Raw
I need it
Raw
I've been running 'round town for a new identity
I've been dreaming hot dreams of insecurity
I've been chasing my heart through the streets of my mind
I've been clinging to the bed the sweat is turning me blind
Well, I'm plugged all the holes and sealing all the cracks
I'm like a galvanized nerve, I just can't seem to relax
She's got fire on her breath and chilly on her lips
Teeth around her neck and she's got jazz on her hips
There's a flash in my brain like a shot from above
It's a strange idea of love
Like a wolf at the door, like a scratch of a claw
She says, "Come on, baby, I want it raw"
A wolf at the door, a scratch of a claw
"I want it raw"
Well, I'm driving out of town, I'm on the verge of a storm
I'm sucking my St. Christopher and trying to keep calm
A mambo mama on the back of my heels
And this incantation can trap my wheels
There's a heat in my car, there's a fog on my screen
I've never felt so scared, never dreamt such a dream
There's a man on the corner preaching fire above
It's a strange idea of love
Like a wolf at the door, like a scratch of a claw
She says, "Come on, baby, I want it raw!"
A wolf at the door, a scratch of a claw
What's a song if you can't fuck to it?
I want to move deep in the gut of it
And what's the right kind of behavior
To qualify as someone's savior?
What kind of question is that anyway?
I know I don't deserve your time of day
But since you're giving me some time tonight
Then hold me close girl and just squeeze me tight
I want to touch you on the other side
Where all your anger, fear and hurt reside
I want to get to know the part of you
That I can crawl inside the heart of you
[Daz]
Finta get real in here (word up), don't stop, (yo yo), that nigga daz
(Uh Yeah through kurupt talking)
[Kurupt]
Uh uh uh uh uh uh, Kurupt young Gotti, Dillinger spillin these bitches
Gangstas gangstas make the world go 'round nigga
BLAST!
[Daz]
Nigga stop saying that you wit daz
Wet niggas and wit straps
Who could have did that
Retaliate and get back
Shit you came wizack
7 nigga you crizaps
Notice how I came in wit the wheels of a Jizag
Smoke weed and drink yack
Known to break bizacks
When you see me nigga violently I can get
Tap that ass claim you know where my gang hang at
Long beach, east nigga yo believe that
Slang powder, weed, and crizack
Tell me where the ?
Homicide, daily live hangin' where it's izat
Came bent nigga with gun knives and bizats
Whup an nigga ass like that
[Chorus]
RAW
Rizanium willin murder and killin war sawed off daz and kurupt
We don't give a fuck
RAW
Rizanium willin murder and killin war sawed off daz and kurupt
We never give a fuck
(X2)
[Kurupt]
We make our stizacks
Murder kidnaps and jackin for the scrizatch
Not giving a fuck, you ain't no mizatch
Pull it bizack, blast and ask questions lizast
It's like thizat, blastin chrome mizat
Thizat, playin them hoes just like Dizaz
It's all about the cizash,
Clash and blast on they bitch ass
Yelling out fuck y'all bitches
Hittin' fourteen corners with sixteen switches
Who the fuck wants to step into the dog yard
Wit all the dizogs, it's all through the fizog
Pistols aiming and anybody that wants to piss-off
Like fuck all yizall, X stopped the wizall
Remarked up dogg pound gangsta dizogs
Daz is his name and motherfucker don't forget it
I'm kurupt the kidnapping, heavy caliber missle launcher, mongrel,
With the black bizak it's like thizat
Not giving a fuck who you are, or where your izat
Don't bark spark the strizap
Shut the fuck, dogs surround
Get paralyzed by shells from hell hounds
knocking motherfuckers up then back down
[Chorus]
RAW
Rizanium willin murder and killin war sawed off daz and kurupt
We don't give a fuck
RAW
Rizanium willin murder and killin war sawed off daz and kurupt
We never give a fuck
(X2)
[Daz]
Why you front on me low
Because I fucked your hizoe
45 automatics to leave 'em in the street yo
Tearing shit up just like a fucking torpedo
My dogs come around when they hear the wiztle
Boom Boom Boom it fly just like a missle
Hungry dogs attack when they eat the meat yo
[Kurupt]
Hit ya in ya chest fuck around and rip ya tiss-ue
[Daz]
Murder Murder Murder now it's all to the sequel
[Kurupt]
Nigga, that ain't no way to talk to a fellow dog well explain
I guess he a dog cause of the chain
See I ain't never seen him that near meeting
when all the cats was trying to lock a dog izup
Knock a dog dizown, drizown nizza I'm a pop the double 4 pizound
Bitch ass nigga with a bitch ass sound
Fuck a record I'm a catch his at the hizouse
And stuff a 3 quarter inch dick up in his mizouth
[Chorus]
RAW
Rizanium willin murder and killin war sawed off daz and kurupt
We don't give a fuck
RAW
Rizanium willin murder and killin war sawed off daz and kurupt
We never give a fuck
(X2)
[Kurupt]
Yeah nigga, the real dogs is back
Daz and kurupt like fuck y'all niggas homie
Punks, yeah, y'all lucky Simon ain't home punk
Yeah for all y'all bitch ass niggas
Remember the dogs, the dogs, the dogs
(dogs barking)
[Chorus: Raekwon]
Yes, the shit is raw, comin at ya door
Yes, the shit is raw, comin at ya door
Yes, the shit is raw, comin at ya door
Start to scream out loud, Cream Team's back for more
[Raekwon]
900 dollars on the glass table
Wally Clark Gable unable
Blow it on a grey goose
Picture that, elephant skin
Cardier glasses dim
What's that? Gold around the rim
Hollywoodizin, without goin Hollywood
Polly for all, Cream Team playas in the hood
Stop that scrutenizin, naturize
See my paper rise, promotin it at Lakeshore Drive
Trickin at the shark bar, God
Make sure the collar greens got turkey bars par, we got you Allah
Rare start grappin the hair, playin Cuban Linx
Spinnin like the swivel chair, yea
No question
[Baby Thad]
The peeps flippin, actin like she wanted me to pipe her
And they got you jealous, claimin that you never liked her
Then I found out y'all was too many dykers
Now I'm hyper, beggin you to hook me with a cypher
See me in the tunnel and you trouble me
Get my dick hard dancin, sippin my bubbly
Yo, beat me in the head, talkin 'bout how you got a man
that can't get freaky as I wanna be
No talk, Giant Size in the game
Colt 45, appliance in the game
Tyra's in the game, huh?
Relyin on money, to make sure that my environment change
[Chorus 2X]
[Raekwon]
2:15 and I'm blasted, smack that ass kid
Light skin, what up? Stop splashin
Slang got niggas in the choke hold
Freakin their coats, got $64,000 on clothes, yo
Wu-Wear jackets and hats, relaxin, bets play that
Ping-pong champion cats, what?
Chantin out Walk Myers
Yo, the weather is nice, flex the Benz
with $10,000 in flyers
[Baby Thad]
The squellin I'm for in the six range things
Make the loyaliest cats, Flipmode do strange things
Switch like change lanes, chains, rings and glaciers
Stay phat in it
[Chip Banks]
Man, I can't stand them chicks, I dig for Vanson
Play a brother close to Puff is Branson
Ice work, gleamin I'm catchin them, glancin
I play 'em no mon', 'bout to bar dance 'em
White bitches with Banky like, ";You handsome";
Flyin to the hills, to fuck in the mansion
Only one way you spendin the night in here tonight
*singing* If your head is right
[Raekwon]
Dance turn into a romance
Dance turn into a romance
Get up, get down, move around, cover ground
Throw it on the brother now, you swore
I had your mother on the ground
High rollers that know us
Crisp pop, giftshop, hollas that rock Polo's
Here they hold they shoulders, yo
Lay it like a chain be on, we on Cream Team
Play on, with all grey on, flavor like crayon
[Chorus 3X]
Raw D
Freestyle Friday
Shell
Man it get stupid when the old style .. run with it
Done .. with it
When ... scissors ‘cause i go .. hard not finished
Whatever they .. every minute
And in style .. lock now ..
I run with it plus i .. i love this ..
What cross i know how .. ‘cause i’m winnin
... i know what ...
No i wouldn’t risk it ..never go never been ..
But a little .. try to ...
Chorus:
Raw they can’t see me anymore,
Raw they can’t see me anymore,
Raw they can’t see me anymore,
Every .. stay to the floor
Raw they can’t see me anymore,
Raw they can’t see me anymore,
Raw they can’t see me anymore,
Every .. stay to the floor
Can’t .. going no .. playin the
For 24 years I’ve been putting this work
Guess we ...you might ..rack
..told me drop ...guess you back when you ..
Guess you back when you keep em them real
.. bringin in the black
Two ... i’ bringin in the ..
Raw they can’t see me anymore (x4)
[Chorus:]
To ..question ..to answer
Yeah got teach to my lesson
I was numb was someone i didn't know
Locked away so afraid i was too exposed
Couldn't see, wouldn't feel, couldn't make a connection
With no control i was low then i saw your face
You were true then i knew i could be embraced
Set me free to be me no londer rejected
You left me raw, i let you take it all
You stripped me to the core, your love has left me raw
Learn to fly, went so high give me a set if wings
Took our time we could climb right into outr dreams
I can feel this is real nothing has felt better
When we touch felt like a rush i was almost scared
No pretense so intense i was unprepared
Felt so much with this love there's no scale to measure
You let me raw, i let you take it all
You stripped me to the core, your love has left me raw
You fill me up, with such a feeling
I didn't know i was needing so much more
You left me raw, you got me raw, you left me raw
I let you take it all, you stripped me to the core
I tell you something I got something to say
I cant remember I stepped out of the room
When you don't want it well they give it away
don't try to fight it cos youre trick babies fool
I need to make up need to make up my mind
I need to wake up need to wake up my soul
You're on my wavelength and the frequency's fine
You're coming out from the cold
You give me something cos I'm raw to the core (x3)
You give me something - you give me more!
I said I'd love you and I'll love you to death
I said I'd want you till you breathe your last breath
I said I'd need you and my need is divine
Yeah like the lover who got stuck in his mind
Yeah like the twisted heart that's tortured and cold
Who listens carefully but never be told
The pain and misery that love always brings
These are my favourite things
You give me something cos I'm raw to the core (x3)
So give me something
[Amil]
I'm making it hard for these little rap chicks to come out
I'm coppin' whips you in the street with your thumb out
You wanna battle but when it's time to spit you dumb out
Singles I've touched been going platinum since the first one out
I put on seven niggas just to carry me on
Amilliyon say the hook let'em carry the song
I be the only bitch on the mic makin' it hot
With the smoke in the drop in the vacant lot
Since this bitch been in this game I been takin' spots
And if you hatin' me, shit you must be hatin' the Roc
Take it there yeah, I break it down like this
Ain't a bitch live who can make it sound like this
Don't make Amilliyon have to pull rank
Lyrics never on E, I keep a full tank
Any nigga that I fuck wit got my name in the bank
Yeah you heard me, he got at least my name in the bank
Chorus: 2xs
Everything I spit be raw
I be like 10lbs of coke and be quick to draw
And it's pure fuck Miami, it be Ecuador
For my peeps fuck a foot
I got they leg in the door
Yo, let's take it to the whips, bitch five or six
We could take it to the block flip dimes to bricks
Take it to the mic see who spit the livest shit
Who wanna take it to the streets to the nines and clips
I'm the bitch that won't skate when daddy empty the safe
Lie on the stand if Jake hem'em up with a case
Far as this rap shit fuck fame or shine or rhyme
I don't care who joint drop the same time as min
Chicks redo albums once they heard my buzz
Mother fuckers know, I'm a track murderer
So you could, pop shit bitch run your mouth
I know niggas that'll get you right in front of your house
For free and that's just on the strength of me
If you could touch Amil then you could mention me
You think Jay wrote this, that's complimenting me
I'm the best till somebody prove me differently
Chorus:
You got beef, let's put it all on the table
You want the hottest clique on the street
You know the label
You want the hottest bitch ever known I' willing and able
Could y'all broads be story tale like a Eastside fable
You want me to spit bitch make it payable
If you lucky if you'll be hearing back within a day or two
That's just comin from a chick who done paid her dues
Know I'm the hottest chick from kicks to the gator shoes
A yo, respect this shield of David piece on the necklace
Now who wanna take it to some next shit?
Hey yo I crush all bitches, eat up most niggas
Teach these rap broads, train gold diggas
You know I know niggas and you know I hld figures
We speak but that don't mean my niggas is yo niggas
We up in your spot strapped with the hoods on
I am Major Coins and any bitch I put on nigga
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