raw as ever But it's reflecting the streets that's raw as ever, cause it's a western Hip-hop is raw as ever But it's reflecting the streets that's raw
a nigga dome for Baby, known as B-3, and all these niggaz Know my dog a do the same for me, we family Cash Money Is A Army Nigga A Navy Nigga So if you ever
can't take it life as a celebrity ain't everything they make it and ever since the movies ho's try to do me if they can't screw me they find a way to
s thundering, cause I'm hushing up I'm a storm if you wonderin' Shit, you could muster up a thought, to take a toter? and a brain fart Want urine in your
tryin to make a gram tonight Cause I can get it for you raw, gray, tan or white Fuck rap yo, I'd rather be plannin a flight Somewhere hot on a wave runner
me of this dream I had the night before I'm kinda hopin the condom break to have a reason to go raw I'm playin, hit the showers, hit the money spot Where
be leaving in a second Sipping magic from a chalice, detached from the distractions At last, I can relax, looking past all of the action A fraction or a
on got to make a killing Because my voices is saying things that I ain't ever heard of And just because of that, a nigga wants to plot a murder? But
a long time but now I'm re-energized The life and times of a mastermind Dedicate every breath to claim my designs, mine And the day I die, let a G4
clear been acquainted with death but I never know fear I still roll to spots, cats scared to go there if it's a heaven for a G, if not, prepare to go
rims I bought bread, a real G get gees Back to the streets, back with Lil' Jon Back for the A back, reppin' for the stars Put yo' hood up, show a nigga
lightening Bitch, its thundering, cause I'm hushing up I'm a storm if you wonderin' Shit, you could muster up a thought, to take a toter? and a brain
us Julio G he's down with us Sway and King Tech are down with us Makin' funky music is a must I'm #1 People still takin' rappin' for a joke A passing
ever witnessed Appearing live, from out the 2-1-5, The Roots crew [Verse 1] Big respect to the Get fresh, yes Have you ever seen a show and fellas on
the twin burner 21 shots in my drawz Red beam on a pig make 'em pause And y'all can't fuck with the style I bring Been wild as a child ever since I came
is a kilo, a apron, show me the stove general electric, perfected, cooking them O's no more peanut butter sandwiches, now we looking at loaves hoes, I need a
, you suckers, B I G I'm a get them, mother*** Don't you worry about a thing, bang-bang-boogie I got a few chickens that's gon' work that noggie In the