(feat. Young Buck) [Intro:] Haha, Blood Raw what up Heyya! Young Buck waz happenin homie We gon' start real heavy on this muthafucka right here boy
louie bag Its in my louie bag, yea its in my louie bag (Blood Raw) One thing bout raw, raw got swag Raw hit da mall and I dont pop tags Raw stay clean, raw
My Homies,Stunna Like My Homies,Cte Muhfucka Imma Stunna Like My Homies,Stunna Like My Homies,Stunna Like My Homies [Verse 2: Blood Raw] Lookin For
waitin to cap a p bra Snake for Jake Blood for Blood I'm with it aint no love Anybody slip and they get slid I ride or die I play it raw thats the way
can't be faded I'm a young nigga.. hard nigga.. street nigga Tryna get on my feet I creep you sleep six feet deep I'm dangerous.. I slang raw I don't
fuckin' head off Signal all the other outlawz to get this shit set off Yaki Kadafi, it ain't a cop here to stop me These streetz is black hockey and raw
over ?run em baka? They quick to go pop But when it's time to fiend for the green they flop We do it from the heart like blood Create rhymes like
: [Intro: Elzhi - talking] Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah...) Raw shit nigga (raw shit nigga...) Yeah (yeah
said, yo niggaz we should flip it like this Cause them _Boyz N the Hood_ like the gangsta shit I put the pen to the pad, young nigga was raw And told
her soul She wants ta rock her way right outta the hole She wants to rock and rock and roll She wants information and she wants it raw She don't believe
prom (prom prom prom) My swaggers is nice, word is bond she might not know my name, but she know my song 'Really Raw' Tyga dog, tiger blood I eat your
course we aint friends, you never stood on no blocks Streets or corners with zombies, ghouls and gangstas Cops, drug dealers with pools of blood anger
fly G.A.Z.E. in my E.Y.E'Z and you might die I'm a horn dog, gotta lotta of the porn ya'll Warned ya'll, I was straight born raw like Ornthall But I'm
hold inside yourself I just want you to relax And keep in mind that this is a safe place So feel free to curse, cry or any other emotion that might occur
their titties out Doin tricks makin their bootie bounce Tootin up little balls in their coochie Then poot them out Make her touch the ground Hot damn she blood raw
: OUTRAGE!! [Brother J] Blood to the concrete, tears to soil And here's another word to make the other man foil War, raised on your planet to a caveboy
Journey through the life of some real niggas Some real niggas, you'll never see what I've seen When I sleep, I dream of bodies in streams of blood Naked
muscle for the hustle I zip duffle bags to muffle fags Scuffle my knuckles bad on niggaz that think that they runnin shit They feel the punishment, uh, blood
