Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Raid, artist - T-K.A.S.H.Album song Pistol Politics, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 10.09.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Guerrilla Funk Recordings and Filmworks
Song language: English
Raid |
Grew up in the ghetto |
Rocks stars, heavy metal, fellows peddlin' pebbles |
Cop cars full of devils, hit the set in severals |
Try they best to set us up and get us up in the federals |
Emerson, Carter, Oakland Tech |
Went to Mac summer school, ask Bean from the west |
16 with a vest, big dreams of a tec |
.45 and a chop, tryin' to lock up the block |
Peasant as an adolescent but I grew to be king |
Jedi prince, «Bomb Threat» dropped and I ain’t looked back since |
But for a minute, I just took that glimpse |
Thank God I did not decide to cook that brick |
Undermobb, Stolen Legacy, I shook that shit |
Most of 'em wasn’t Guerrillas, they just look that shit |
Half of us still speak, through it all still weak |
But it all back together, come with some real heat |
It’s the caramel light chocolate catastrophic |
Lyrical mosh pit, huh, the floss chick |
Invincible to weak mcs that never seen me |
Comin' at a hundred degrees, I’m like fleas |
That make ya itch, the wicked witch of the west |
Savage mic flower, unseen too fresh |
Creepin' out the dark with them blows to the guts |
Cause you never see me comin' from up out the cut, what? |
We Raid, raid on, raid on |
See us skee skirt, we work, ready to ride |
I’m in my t-shirt, we serve, ready to fight |
The street sweeper, bleed ya, freedom or die |
Now who could see her, we the, dirtiest kind |
Never beat, GOPs with these golden gloves |
We’d rather see 'em in the streets with these golden slugs |
It’s K1, Nigga show me love |
We never beat, never weak, TCD, we thug, we mobbin' |
We take the ride on, shine on, light that touch |
Keep the fight on, ride on lies that cut |
We collide on, rhyme on rise and bust |
On they crime on — life to divide us up |
Keep it basic, niggas want improvements now |
Nigga face it, they wanna keep the movement down |
Fuck what they said, we comin' with the proven sound |
It’s that bay shit, guaranteed to move the crowd, we sayin' |
We Raid, raid on, raid on |
I got that sin juice flowin', thick in the veins |
And I’m finna set it off without no restraints |
Lookin' strange, before I blow out gauge |
On the front page news see me center stage |
CMG the squaw with the native tongue |
Never bitin' on a rhyme and still keepin' 'em sprung |
West coast gangsta, savage beastie |
Feastin' on wack mcs discreetly |
I’m mad at you hoes cause y’all don’t feel it |
We holdin' up a mirror to the streets, now who the realest |
For real it, Bitch, the ballot or the bullet? |
My finger’s on the trigger for my freedom I’ma pull it (I'ma pull it) |
Now check it cause you might get hurt |
See we clappin' off the straps if the rap don’t work |
(Shit, don’t make us have to do that dirt |
I got this freedom in my drawz, conscious daughters for the cause |
Identify genocide, ride or die, we wreck |
Guerrilla Funk, hard truth, we devise respect |
Break through to the youth, keepin lies in check |
For my troops and the fruit — NOI connect |
Have pride, you could rise and confide in us |
Keep it live and advise you we size em up |
Understandin' the plan they devised for us |
Never ran, keep it mannish we rise us up, we sayin |
We Raid, raid on, raid on |
(Raid on soldier, raid on) |
All day, everyday we raid, believe, (Yeah) |
All day, everyday, we break, |
We Raid, raid on, raid on |
(Hell yeah) |
Real players, real hustlers |
Busters still hate us |
Can’t touch us |
Gangsters still stay up |
Double up the paper |
We prayin' |
Bubble up the police |
Don’t show me |
No love, cause I don’t tell on homies |
Show love for the young cats who know me |
OGs that lace me while growin' |
This one’s for the hometown of Oakland |
East side, west bound and north |
South Sac, south Stockton, Portland |
Back down to the state that’s all golden |
We Raid, raid on, raid on |