Das Efx - Raw Breed Lyrics
From the floor, keep it rawYeah, yo, yo, yo, yoVerse 1: dray, skoobI heard that one mans loss, is the next mans gainI came to drop the shit like rain and bring the pain to your brainWe leave a stain, aint prayin (why? ), cos the games for kidsIts diggity das, no doubt, back to shatter your wigsThese pegs be all on my back, cats be actin too braveI think they better just relax, before we dig em a graveYou blow the spot, baby face it, kids cant erase itOr trace it, ya getcha face lit, books come lace it, what?Bringin it straight from the lands of the crooks where heat, books to heatEmKeepin em raw from these brooklyn streets, where books defeats emFlippin these lines like a polygraph, yall niggas lolly datFreakin a style from brooklyn, the home of the bodybagsAnd kids with no fear, *****es with no hairLow gear benzs wit chrome wears, what we all hereSo dont stare, we there to interfere with the heads of ? ? ? ? ?What you didnt know, this miggity might hurtChorus:Its diggy das, raw breedMake moves at top speedIts the niggas from the sewerDrink brew and puff weedGiggity get wit itSewer rats stay twistedMany people tell me this style is terrificIts diggy das, raw breedMake moves at top speedIts the niggas from the sewerDrink brew and puff weedGiggity get wit itSewer rats stay twistedAiyo, many people tell me this style is terrificVerse 2: dray, skoobYoWell yo, in glocks we trust, and at the cops we bustWe just be hustlin for cash and makin lashes of mussThey went from az to jay-z, nas back to krayzieTo drayzie, I ***** up your knot and then Im swayzeWord, yeah, yo, yoWell yo, figgity ***** a fear, wanna bust like a flareGun, beware, son, my sons keep guns in the airNone of yall *****es can sue me, all my niggas twenty one gun salute mePick up the vine and rock the kufiWell, all I heard was versucci, coochie for the lucciThe gucci, but I just stay raw just like some sushiMy crew be ill, time to move these millsAnd all the drunken maw*****ers best to show they skillsYeah, yo, yoWell yo, the shit I talk, it be the shit I walkSome faggots try to get wild, they bit my style but got caughtLike me and my man caught, slippin up at the crimescene*****in lime green, you *****in wart, this is my teamChorus
