Raw Breed
Das Efx


Raw Breed Lyrics

From the floor, keep it raw
Yeah, yo, yo, yo, yo

Verse 1: Dray, Skoob

I heard that one man's loss, is the next man's gain
I came to drop the shit like rain and bring the pain to your brain
We leave a stain, ain't prayin (why?), cos the game's for kids
It's diggity Das, no doubt, back to shatter your wigs
These pegs be all on my back, cats be actin too brave
I think they better just relax, before we dig em a grave
You blow the spot, baby face it, kids can't erase it
or trace it, ya get'cha face lit, Books come lace it, what?

Bringin it straight from the lands of the crooks where heat, Books to heat
Keepin em raw from these Brooklyn streets, where Books defeats em
Flippin these lines like a polygraph, y'all niggas lolly dat
Freakin a style from Brooklyn, the home of the bodybags
And kids with no fear, bitches with no hair
Low gear Benz's wit chrome wears, what we all here
So don't stare, we there to interfere with the heads of ?????
What you didn't know, this miggity might hurt


It's diggy Das, raw breed
Make moves at top speed
It's the niggas from the sewer
Drink brew and puff weed
Giggity get wit it
Sewer rats stay twisted
Many people tell me this style is terrific
It's diggy Das, raw breed
Make moves at top speed
It's the niggas from the sewer
Drink brew and puff weed
Giggity get wit it
Sewer rats stay twisted
Aiyo, many people tell me this style is terrific

Verse 2: Dray, Skoob

Well yo, in Glocks we trust, and at the cops we bust
We just be hustlin for cash and makin lashes of muss
They went from AZ to Jay-Z, Nas back to Krayzie
To Drayzie, I f*ck up your knot and then I'm swayze

Word, yeah, yo, yo
Well yo, figgity f*ck a fear, wanna bust like a flare
gun, beware, son, my sons keep guns in the air
None of y'all bitches can sue me, all my niggas twenty one gun salute me
Pick up the vine and rock the Kufi

Well, all I heard was Versucci, coochie for the lucci
The Gucci, but I just stay raw just like some sushi
My crew be ill, time to move these mill's
And all the drunken mawf*ckers best to show they skills

Yeah, yo, yo
Well yo, the shit I talk, it be the shit I walk
Some faggots try to get wild, they bit my style but got caught
Like me and my man caught, slippin up at the crimescene
f*ckin lime green, you f*ckin wart, this is my team


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Songwriter(s): Andre G. Weston, Derek Francisco Lynch, Angel Aguilar, William D. Hines, Christopher Allen Charity
Publisher(s): Sewer Slang Music, Asassin Music, Songs Of Smp, Cellar To The Addict Music, Fat Wax Music
Record Label(s): 1998 Elektra Entertainment Group, A Division of Time Warner Inc for the United States and WEA International Inc for the world outside of the United
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