(feat. DJ Dutchmaster, Inspectah Deck & Saigon)<br />
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[Saigon] <br />
On the average night, I'm likely to stab a fag with a knife <br />
That's when I'm chilling, imagine when I'm mad what it's like <br />
Damn right it's a disasterous sight <br />
Why you think I've been in prison more than half of my life <br />
My life, wolves, bloods and crips, duckin' the digs <br />
We don't like basketball, but still fuck with the knicks <br />
Dimes, twenties, fifties and bricks <br />
Summer art though, if the bitch need a fix, it's triple the tips <br />
Do whatever it takes, the fakes, I can never relate <br />
Ya'll can chill as long as my cheddar is straight <br />
But if I'm broke, shit, I'ma load the beretta with eight <br />
Show y'all niggaz my gun game is better than great <br />
Little crack baby, ignorant son of a black lady <br />
Who never bothered to teach you cause the bitch was that shady <br />
Recognize nigga, we can settle the score <br />
Big Sai', Dutchmaster, we reppin' the raw <br />
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[Chorus: DJ Dutchmaster scratches up samples] <br />
"Raw I'ma give it to ya" - U-God <br />
"Down and so raw, a thousand grams of uncut cook it up - Biggie <br />
"Raw I'ma give it to ya" - U-God <br />
"R.A.W., watch us cook this hood shit" <br />
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[Inspectah Deck] <br />
It's war, I want it all, man, nothing's enough <br />
I'm on the chatline doubling up, cousin it's us <br />
Pimpin' out the toy trucks, pumpin' the clutch <br />
Smooth through on the graveshift, dump on you ducks <br />
Above the law, still duckin' the cuffs, still fuck in the truck <br />
I hold you hostage, corrupt with the bust <br />
In the mean streets, stuck in the lust, never trusted in trust <br />
When the pressure's on, perform in the clutch <br />
When my hand deal, call it a flush, think I'm fallin', you nuts <br />
Northern Lights rap, caught with the rush <br />
Burn a big bud, tossing it up, flossin' is up <br />
The raw with the big paw, ballin' with us <br />
See my warface, the project halls is rough <br />
With a satellite phone you couldn't call my bluff <br />
Many runnings with jake, left my jaw to scuff <br />
On some what, paper chasing, from dawn to dusk <br />
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[Chorus w/ "Raw without a doubt" as last line] <br />
<br />
[Bekay] <br />
Bekay's the reason that your label got a street team <br />
The definition of a street dream, listen to the streets scream <br />
The game made the pain, I'ma bring longer <br />
But I'm like Magic with AIDS, what don't kill you make you stronger <br />
Corny chickens, my dick, whores be licking <br />
Fifty pound loads, to they jaw, they sipping <br />
And anything I'm rhyming on, will spit flames to the roof <br />
Like gonorrhea dick, pissing with a condom on <br />
Had to do these slugs, locked in cutie's butts <br />
Dip my balls in vodka, I'm absolutely nuts <br />
Whose gonna spit, bruise in your clit <br />
If you nice on the mic, I'ma put screws in this bitch <br />
Your big fucking mouth just had a violent start <br />
More kids know my name than Mike Jackson's private parts <br />
Fuck your roster, my click burn labels <br />
Dutchmaster scratch your fuckin' face off with a turntable <br />
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[Chorus 2X]