R-A-W
Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2009 4:25 pm
My punishin presence leaves niggas slumped on the ce-ment
You either dumpin your weapon, or get pumped fulla lead and I’m
Tryin to push fancy cars, but still I hold more guns then Tom Clancy’s arms
It cant be long, til I see the light, I lived too deep for life, hand me stars
A couple fat Cigars, so I can roll a blunt for Jesus Wish Ms. Hunt could see this
No longer dumpin’ heaters, I learned my lesson now I come succeeding
Tell the sytem fuck the secrets, you pussies can’t fuck or beat this
I’m too rough for streets and too tough for weakness
So crews can get no interludes inside this homicidal spit
I’d make the Bible flip rawer than Spice 1’s self titled Disc
Getting rivals hit, so try to kick it like the Tribe ReQUESTed you should
You either dyin with the rest of your hood or destined for good
Paths you gotta pick before strapped to let the shotti spit
With more flames and hollow tips to get Gotti quick
Now back to the boss, I’m smackin ya jaw for yappin you raw
Back handing the law, walkin a path a black cat wouldn’t cross
Where these cats spittin, I’m back for them all
You either dumpin your weapon, or get pumped fulla lead and I’m
Tryin to push fancy cars, but still I hold more guns then Tom Clancy’s arms
It cant be long, til I see the light, I lived too deep for life, hand me stars
A couple fat Cigars, so I can roll a blunt for Jesus Wish Ms. Hunt could see this
No longer dumpin’ heaters, I learned my lesson now I come succeeding
Tell the sytem fuck the secrets, you pussies can’t fuck or beat this
I’m too rough for streets and too tough for weakness
So crews can get no interludes inside this homicidal spit
I’d make the Bible flip rawer than Spice 1’s self titled Disc
Getting rivals hit, so try to kick it like the Tribe ReQUESTed you should
You either dyin with the rest of your hood or destined for good
Paths you gotta pick before strapped to let the shotti spit
With more flames and hollow tips to get Gotti quick
Now back to the boss, I’m smackin ya jaw for yappin you raw
Back handing the law, walkin a path a black cat wouldn’t cross
Where these cats spittin, I’m back for them all