From the floor, it raw Yeah, yo, yo, yo, yo
Verse 1: dray,
I heard that one man's loss, is the next gain I came to drop the like rain and bring the pain to your brain We leave a stain, ain't prayin (why? ), cos the for kids It's das, no doubt, back to shatter your wigs These pegs be all on my back, cats be actin too I think better just relax, before we dig em a grave You blow the spot, baby face it, can't erase it Or trace it, ya get'cha face lit, come lace it, what?
Bringin it straight the lands of the crooks where heat, books to heat Em Keepin em raw from these brooklyn streets, books defeats em Flippin these lines a polygraph, y'all niggas lolly dat a style from brooklyn, the home of the bodybags And kids with no fear, bitches with no Low gear wit chrome wears, what we all here So don't stare, we to interfere with the heads of ? ? ? ? ? What you didn't know, this miggity hurt
It's das, raw breed Make moves at top It's the niggas from the Drink brew and weed get wit it Sewer stay twisted Many tell me this style is terrific diggy das, raw breed Make at top speed It's the niggas the sewer brew and puff weed get wit it Sewer rats twisted Aiyo, many people tell me this style is
Verse 2: dray,
Yo yo, in glocks we trust, and at the cops we bust We just be for cash and makin lashes of muss They from az to jay-z, nas back to krayzie To drayzie, I fuck up your knot and then I'm
Word, yeah, yo, yo Well yo, fuck a fear, wanna bust like a flare Gun, beware, son, my sons guns in the air None of y'all bitches can sue me, all my twenty one gun salute me Pick up the vine and the kufi
Well, all I was versucci, coochie for the lucci The gucci, but I stay raw just like some sushi My crew be ill, to move these mill's And all the drunken mawfuckers best to they skills
Yeah, yo, yo Well yo, the shit I talk, it be the shit I faggots try to get wild, they bit my style but got caught Like me and my man caught, slippin up at the Fuckin lime green, you fuckin wart, this is my