The Raw

Raw I'm give it to ya

Down and so raw a thousand grams of uncut cook it up

Raw I'm give it to ya

Raw watch us cook this hood sht

Raw I'm give it to ya

Down and so raw a thousand grams of uncut cook it up

Raw I'm give it to ya

Raw

On the average night I'm likely to stab a fag with a

Knife That's when I'm chilling imagine when I'm

Mad what it's like d**n right it's a disasterous sight

Why you think I've been in prison more than half

Of my life My life wolves bloods and crips duckin' the digs

We don't like basketball but still f**k with the knicks

Dimes twenties fifties and bricks

Summer art though if the b**ch need a fix it's triple the tips

Do whatever it takes the fakes I can never relate

Ya'll can chill as long as my cheddar is straight

But if I'm broke sht I'ma load the beretta with eight

Show y'all n***az my gun game is better than great

Little crack baby ignorant son of a black lady

Who never bothered to teach you cause the b**ch was that shady

Recognize ni**a we can settle the score

Big Sai' Dutchmaster we reppin' the raw

Raw I'ma give it to ya

Down and so raw a thousand grams of uncut cook it up

Raw I'm give it to ya

raw watch us cook this hood sht

It's war I want it all man nothing's enough

I'm on the chatline doubling up cousin it's us

Pimpin' out the toy trucks pumpin' the clutch

Smooth through on the graveshift dump on you ducks

Above the law still duckin' the cuffs still f**k in the truck

I hold you hostage corrupt with the bust

In the mean streets stuck in the lust never trusted in trust

When the pressure's on perform in the clutch

When my hand deal call it a flush think I'm fallin'

You nuts Northern Lights rap caught with the rush

Burn a big bud tossing it up flossin' is up

The raw with the big paw ballin' with us

See my warface the project halls is rough

With a satellite phone you couldn't call my bluff

Many runnings with jake left my jaw to scuff

On some what paper chasing from dawn to dusk

Raw I'ma give it to ya

Down and so raw a thousand grams of uncut cook it up

Raw I'm give it to ya

raw watch us cook this hood sht

Bekay's the reason that your label got a street team

The definition of a street dream listen to the streets scream

The game made the pain I'ma bring longer

But I'm like Magic with AIDS what don't kill you make you stronger

Corny chickens my d**k w***es be licking

Fifty pound loads to they jaw they sipping

And anything I'm rhyming on will spit flames to the roof

Like gonorrhea d**k pissing with a condom on

Had to do these slugs locked in cutie's butts

Dip my balls in vodka I'm absolutely nuts

Whose gonna spit bruise in your clit

If you nice on the mic I'ma put screws in this b**ch

Your big f**king mouth just had a violent start

More kids know my name than Mike Jackson's private parts

F**k your roster my click burn labels

Dutchmaster scratch your f**kin' face off with a turntable

Raw I'm give it to ya

Down and so raw a thousand grams of uncut cook it up

Raw I'm give it to ya

Watch us cook this hood sht

Raw I'm give it to ya

Down and so raw a thousand grams of uncut cook it up

Raw I'm give it to ya

Raw watch us cook this hood sht