Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Raw Deal, artist - Roc Marciano. Album song Marcberg, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 03.05.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Marci Enterprises
Song language: English
Raw Deal |
| I said slow drag 'em, yeah, this is how you go platinum |
| Chrome magnum, rollin' in my gold Aston |
| Blow past 'em, ask 'em cold smashin' |
| Rope and gag 'em, wrote classics, broke glasses |
| Closed caskets, foes asses get blasted |
| Sick bastards, thick gashes over lasses |
| Molasses, put you where the trash is, you’re plastic |
| Below average, tryin' to come at this, savage |
| Black sabbath, maverick, Caliphate’s back faggot |
| Ten gallon hat, horseback gallop |
| From here to Dallas, my style is hard like callous |
| Most ya’ll rappers can toss my salad (bitch) |
| For all the real, hard to kill |
| Hardbody build, wheels run a quarter mil |
| Chillin' at the crib out in Forest Hills |
| Whores from Brazil, tryin' to steal chlorophyll (green) |
| My aura still got more appeal |
| Big bills on the floor spill |
| Now that it’s on let the fours peel |
| Motherfucker you catch a raw deal, you catch a raw deal |
| My shit is ringin' like two for five |
| Or you can get your order supersized, hop in the coupe and drive (leave) |
| Guys scrutinize, we came through in Saabs |
| Overcome the odds, rollin' in somethin' hard |
| Keep the gun in my London Fog, livin' high off the hog |
| And tearin' shines off frauds |
| You’re all hittin' the wrong chords, live in dischord |
| So I throw D’s on the toy like I’m Rich Boy |
| Some saw it comin', but now I’m off and runnin' |
| More stunnin', niggas I’m sonnin' |
| Fresh out the dungeon, bitch, don’t let the sun in we gettin' blunted |
| Bud seven hundred of onion red hairs on it |
| For that dope we dance like Fred Astaire on it |
| Patent leather red Air Forces, yeah it’s gorgeous |
| Self portraits of bosses at the office |
| Bangin' young Kate Mosses, resources |
| Twin Porsches, all black like soy sauce is |
| Peel quicker than Earl Boykins |
| Niggas ain’t got too many choices |
| So I keep pearls like oysters, and ride around in Rolls Royces |
| I hear voices at the fortress |
| I held the bomb detonator like a joystick |
| Blow up a bitch and her boyfriend in the toy Benz |
| Destroy-in ball point pens enjoy shrimp |
| For all the real, hard to kill |
| Hardbody build, wheels run a quarter mil |
| Chillin' at the crib out in Forest Hills |
| Whores from Brazil, tryin' to steal chlorophyll (green) |
| My aura still got more appeal |
| Big bills on the floor spill |
| Now that it’s on let the fours peel |
| Motherfucker you catch a raw deal, you catch a raw deal |