There are five stages that one journeys through on the passage to the darkside. Fear...anger...remorse...acceptance... each stage more tormenting than
denial Just raw ass lyrics, no self-proclaimed titles Whip out what I'm concealin', then aim for survival Seein' is believin', my fist is an eyeful Dice is raw
know beef, then how to kill it Or get your face slammed on a skillet and then you're sauteed A new law's laid, it's the Raw Brigade Or Raw Family Stone
You MIA out this bitch, you can't play with these pigs Niggas are trippin' and I'm flippin', straight stick the clip in Back me up against the wall, Raw
under the ground Tryin' to push for a mainstream sound Every rapper locked down, in a cell under the ground Tryin' to push for a mainstream sound [Dice Raw
Led me out the club, then said she wanted this to last Forever, I laughed, I was like "Yo, that's whatever" An angel appeared, she was like "Dice, you
in niggas' careers, you can't go through Raw is the nigga to fear, and rehearsal's where y'all should go to [Chorus] Aiyyo, Dice, motherfuckin' Raw
