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 shit like rain and bring the pain to brain We leave a stain, ain't (why? ), cos the game's for kids It's diggity das, no doubt, back to shatter your pegs be all on my back, cats be actin too brave I think they just relax, before we dig em a grave You blow the spot, face it, kids can't erase it Or trace it, ya face lit, books come lace it, what?
Bringin it straight from the lands of the where heat, books to heat Em Keepin em raw from these streets, where books defeats em Flippin these lines like a polygraph, y'all niggas dat Freakin a style from brooklyn, the of the bodybags And kids with no fear, bitches no hair Low gear benz's wit chrome wears, 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 at top speed It's the niggas from the Drink and puff weed get wit it Sewer rats twisted Many people tell me this style is It's diggy das, raw Make at top speed It's the niggas the sewer Drink brew and puff get wit it Sewer rats twisted Aiyo, many tell me this style is terrific
Verse 2: dray,
Yo yo, in glocks we trust, and at the cops we bust We just be hustlin for cash and makin of muss They from az to jay-z, nas back to krayzie To drayzie, I fuck up your and then I'm swayze
Word, yeah, yo, yo Well yo, figgity fuck a fear, wanna bust 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 rock the
Well, all I heard was versucci, for the lucci The gucci, but I just stay raw just like some My be ill, time to move these mill's And all the drunken mawfuckers best to show skills
Yeah, yo, yo Well yo, the shit I talk, it be the I walk Some faggots try to get wild, they bit my style but got Like me and my man caught, up at the crimescene lime green, you fuckin wart, this is my team