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
put a crease in your jaw Might catch me squeezin the four My nigga I go to war And if a nigga want the raw you still gotta come in the store Y'all never
Uh ah uh uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhahaha Check it out Flipmode squad Raw deluxe shit '98 Check it out I be the street shit The nigga your mama
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
form, or matter, or mass This ain't science class, I know but it's science From the rhyme boss of the Syndicate alliance [Incomprehensible] Rhyme Syndicate brotherhood, we rock a blood
sensation, injected with 7 bundles Raw element, U.S./Russian coalition 15 for half a crest, them drug lord's sniffing Yo, back to the massacre, bloods
to get a ring in the prom (prom prom prom) My swaggers is nice, ward is bond She might not know my name but she know my song "really Raw', Tyga dog tiger blood
are leaf Some are branches I and I are the roots Some are the dry wood For the fire Whoa, Look at that They need a dry wood To cook their raw food
fucked up, hooptie all fucked up Pockets all fucked up, now nigga wassup? I'm rcih now, niggas know about my dividends Look at the Raw Report, check out
ain't friends, you never stood on no blocks Streets or corners with zombies, ghouls and gangstas Cops, drug dealers with pools of blood anger Just fills
, type shape real live niggas appreciate To the utmost I pack toast, keep the gat closed Run niggas to the island I pack most After the gun burst quench my blood
Satan gave me a taco And it made me really sick The chicken was all raw And the grease was mighty thick The rice was all rancid And the beans were so
self destruction 'Cause I, could look at the piece of the puzzle It ain't no love involved everything we was dissolved We all hard as one, but together we raw
on the grind, in position to be the boss Niggaz can floss and talk but I know they soft But a nigga like me stay raw on the D.L. 'Cause what we sell
me hood, rip's straight When I'm makin' me grip with a me click Rollin' with Ruthless, the thug I be Me put 'em in mud, buck 'em and pump blood Got
a nigga go murdered them all, they fall. Nigga wanna see the Bone fall, y'all, but naw, we too raw. I remember, back little ways when we was so hungry
haters get pussies feet underneath, when I creep So don't be fuckin' with Krayzie, I come through blazin' With my Leatherface and sawed off, servin' niggaz raw