am one of many that see through your lies Hiding will do you no good, many seek revenge Soon to become a victim of what you live to create, and cannot
memories fadin fast. A slave for cash. Accelerate, mash, blast, then dash. Don't look now. How you like it, raw. Niggas ain't ready for the wrath of the outlaws. Never surrender. Death
flows I'm contemplating plots wondering which door to go Brothas getting shot, comin back resurrected It's just that raw shit, nigga check it (that raw
Liquor got me drivin up on the curb handle the steerin wheel, swirvin' Bless me father i'ma sinner, i'm living in hell Let me live on the streetz cause
grooves. Flesh tissue. death kiss you. no love for you. Ooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh. And me the most wanted fool. Unfriendly in horrical, make power moves. Snatch colors loose. a dollar rule. Raw
with the bullets, you prepared with the bomb So fuck bein' violent get stocks and bonds [DMX] Twenty four left until my death So I'm gon' waste alot of lives
bring so much heat, one side of the earth will melt, then step off Bitty boppin, chain rockin, notch in my belt, my niggas rock raw and stick barrel style
hot get bice and bice On your jewel to cop a Benz 20 inch chrome, the shoes, I got nuttin to lose but everything to live for Thoroughbread demand and supply the raw
son and bounce down to Henry Hudson, after I bust one! [BR] Yo Mos Def! [MD] Alright okay [BR] How you feel? [MD] Feelin great [BR] Whatcha want? [MD] I wan' do it to death
Bad Boy tatted on her breast I done been there and did it (I done been there and did it) Ten years without gettin sweat inside my Yankee fitted 1990-Raw
Raw deal institution Wreck that I call myself City slam penetration Play it like a fool Need born invention Puts the war in your face Payback time execution
State Warriors)) Ah, I don't wanna hear shit Get off ya motherfucking ass It's right now, right now, right here And we bringing it to you live, COME
? (I didn't survive) East vs. West the rap game where words became flesh A whole pound of herb won't dissolve my stress Still I ride to the death, love
Death pressin ya and ya like a hustler on the first ya need work Stand by the grand high exhaulted At your door with a portrait of the raw shit Picture
the West Know a chick from Watts with 'Bad Boy' tatted on her breast I done been there and did it Ten years without gettin' sweat inside my Yankee fitted 1990 Raw
but just don't fuck it raw man Pussy has a pattern and I know where I'm going And if you got beef, I turn into a tenderloin Sanity kills so I live the
bullets have to hit that door? Why did Kobe have to hit that raw? Why he kiss that whore? Why? All that I been givin' Is this pain that I've been living
the night life It wasn't a pipe dream My legacy tellin' me I live Christ-like I hear what they sayin' but fuck all the weepin' I peep it just keep it, I live
