(chorus) im raw (x8) i got my brim low, all i can see is the floor (x2) im raw (x8) im bout to - i'm bout to murder this shit (x2) I'm a BET soldier
The hurricane come and took my Louisiana home And all I got in return was a durn country song This whole country wrong, oh but you right If you just
Street Science, you're on the air What do you feel when you hear a record like 2Pac's new one? I love 2Pac's new record Right, but don't you feel like
' drop the Yay off You paid off the top Smoke-a-lot popular on the lock For flippin' birds like Nadia Mafia, rap-a-lot Mafia My nigga, my nigga, I'm
armor You the bitch ass nigga or a man of honor My hands wrap around your throat like a anaconda Then squeeze 'til your eyes pop out of your face Then
that's the way to go I can't go outside without findin some new kinfolks People on my left, people on my right, all in my earhole Make be like whoa and
s hard to explain it I've been around the world, left my heart on them stages They want your boy, all all on they faces Hollered out a roar, they holla
You're just the cobra's dinner Ya'll ain't fuckin with me You n*ggas under a g Like the light part of my feet And so what them n*ggas left me When it
times (Oh!) Take my rap skills multiply by three times All it takes from my verse to defeat him is three lines (Yeah!) Peep my battle ability weak guy
unseen, like Jean when I hack men The Unforgiven, left in prison in the Wu-Tang dirty dungeon, now you succumbin to my twelve part dirty dozens, flabbergasted
beats and defeats 2 of the best died they don't find no murder weapon No suspects no TAXI CAB CONFESSION No search star killers the faces glazed over
all didn't wanna kick it, when I was down on my ass In my cordoroy britches, y'all was in Louis Vatone Laughing and pointing at a nigga, trying to ruin my
s rims man? You seen the new Jordans man? You see her ass yo? Yeah, yeah, that's crazy. [Singing:] Seein' with my ghetto eyes I walkeded with my ghetto feet I talkeded with my
The Party) X2 My time to burn so sit back and check the way I come through in the discotheque. I know you like what I got, my style, the original
with all them Baltimore and Philly niggaz (WHAT?) Cause I done took about as much I can stand A nigga smilin in my face like they my motherfuckin man
WHOA! My four-four blow silently like WHOA! Cock it back, squeeze one more time like WHOA! You wanna be B.I.G., nigga, picture that WHOA! I'ma fry yo' ass, right
