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
