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saigon, inspectah deck & bekay - the raw (illmind remix) كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: saigon]
on the average night, i’m likely to stab a f_g with a knife
that’s when i’m chilling, imagine when i’m mad what it’s like
d_mn 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_ck with the knicks
dimes, twenties, fifties and bricks
summer art though, if the b_tch 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, sh_t, i’ma load the beretta with eight
show y’all n_ggas 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_tch was that shady
recognize n_gga, we can settle the score
big sai’, dutchmaster, we reppin’ the raw

[verse 2: inspectah deck]
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_ck in the truck
i hold you hostage, come up with the bust
in the mean streets, stuck in the l_st, 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 run ins with jake, left my jaw to scuff
on some what, paper chasing, from dawn to dusk
[chorus: dj dutchmaster scratches up samples]
“raw i’ma give it to ya” _ u_god
“down and so raw, a thousand grams of uncut cook it up _ biggie
“raw i’ma give it to ya” _ u_god
“r.a.w., raw without a doubt”

[verse 3: bekay]
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 k!ll you make you stronger
corny chickens, my d_ck, wh0res be l!cking
fifty pound loads, to their jaws they sipping
and anything i’m rhyming on, will spit flames to the roof
like gonorrhea d_ck, p_ssing with a condom on
had to do these slugs, locked in cutie’s b_tts
dip my b_lls in vodka, i’m absolutely nuts
whose gonna spit, bruise in your cl_t
if you nice on the mic, i’ma put screws in this b_tch
your big f_cking mouth just how the violence starts
more kids know my name than mike jackson’s private parts
f_ck your roster, my cl!ck burn labels
dutchmaster scratch your f_ckin’ face off with a turntable

[chorus: dj dutchmaster scratches up samples]
“raw i’ma give it to ya” _ u_god
“down and so raw, a thousand grams of uncut cook it up _ biggie
“raw i’ma give it to ya” _ u_god
“r.a.w., watch us cook this raw sh_t”
“raw i’ma give it to ya” _ u_god
“down and so raw, a thousand grams of uncut cook it up _ biggie
“raw i’ma give it to ya” _ u_god
“r.a.w.”, “raw without a doubt”

- saigon inspectah deck bekay

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