DJ Dutchmaster, Saigon, Inspectah Deck, Bekay - The Raw lyrics

On the average night
I'm likely to stab a fag with a knife
That's when I'm chilling
Imagine when I'm mad what it's like
Damn 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 fuck with the knicks
Dimes, twenties, fifties and bricks
Summer art though, if the bitch 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, shit
I'mma load the beretta with eight
Show y'all niggas my gun game
Is better than great little crack baby
Ignorant son of a black lady
Who never bothered to teach you cause
The bitch was that shady
Recognize nigga, we can settle the score
Big Sai', Dutchmaster, we reppin' the raw

"Raw I'mma give it to ya" - U-God
"Down and so raw"
"One thousand grams of uncut to
The gut " - Biggie
"Raw I'mma give it to ya" - U-God "RAW"
"Watch us cook this hood shit"

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 fuck in the truck
I hold you hostage, corrupt with the bust
In the mean streets, stuck in the lust
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 runnings with jake, left my jaw to scuff
On some what, paper chasing
From dawn to dusk

"Raw I'mma give it to ya" - U-God
"Down and so raw"
"One thousand grams of uncut to
The gut " - Biggie
"Raw I'mma give it to ya" - U-God "RAW"
"Watch us cook this hood shit"

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'mma bring longer
But, I'm like Magic with AIDS
What don't kill you make you stronger
Corny chickens, my dick, whores be licking
Fifty pound loads, to they jaw, they sipping
And anything I'm rhyming on
Will spit flames to the roof
Like gonorrhea dick, pissing with a condom on
Had to do these slugs
Locked in cutie's butts
Dip my balls in vodka, I'm absolutely nuts
Whose gonna spit, bruise in your clit
If you nice on the mic
I'mma put screws in this bitch
Your big fucking mouth just
Had a violent start
More kids know my name than
Mike Jackson's private parts
Fuck your roster, my click burn labels
Dutchmaster scratch your fuckin' face
Off with a turntable

"Raw I'mma give it to ya" - U-God
"Down and so raw"
"One thousand grams of uncut to
The gut " - Biggie
"Raw I'mma give it to ya" - U-God "RAW"
"Watch us cook this hood shit"