Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Raw, artist - Cappadonna. Date of issue: 16.06.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Raw |
| I’m in the hood like Polo vest with mad ink on it |
| Blunt side with Diesel |
| Always got stink on it |
| Concrete babies |
| Pampers don’t fit em |
| Whoever don’t belong here |
| Somebody goin get em |
| I be in the projects, slums and the alleys |
| 15 silk shirts, Jones and Balleys |
| 125th Street rappin at rallys |
| But then it’s silk view so full of knowledge |
| Young n the restless |
| Never on the guest list |
| Scared we going come in the spot |
| And straight wreck shit |
| Child support getting paid |
| Before they accept it |
| But my pressure going buss |
| If I’m feeling rejected |
| Rap extremely good |
| And feel like i’m breathless |
| I do it for my family |
| And that’s why i’m blessed with it |
| Chicks keep hatin' |
| Cause they see my success with it |
| Pass it to my man |
| Cause he never fuckin mess with it |
| Vibrant lights |
| Silent moon |
| Watching over |
| As we step into the room |
| Stars applaud |
| They in support of what we do |
| It’s only gods involved |
| Feel it when we come through |
| Thunder in the drum |
| A bolt of lightning out the tongue |
| Imma hit the of every function |
| We admit, immaculate spread |
| Hammer suckers submit |
| And even now the niggas game |
| Me some shit so righteous |
| Used to gettin' loaded in cyphers |
| Mads getting its the survival of crisis |
| Hold up the format and nobody like this |
| Won’t catch us in your average cyphers |
| We writers professionally |
| Came to knock you off your pedestal |
| All that rap criminal shit |
| Ya’ll rappers beat ain’t true |
| To rhyme like a vehicle |
| Move to forward tell the industry |
| Real niggas backin them up |
| Yo hip hop lingers on |
| My man Angel Lue |
| I’m still rhyming direct |
| From the 1s and 2s |
| I’m in the hallway |
| I’m in the doorway |
| I still keep a skip by the steps |
| Man, all day |
| I’m a yes man |
| Fuck best man |
| Ya’ll know the niggas I’m fuckin with |
| Yes the Klan |
| Capadon, Raekwon, Chef, Method Man |
| And I remember the first every Summer Jam |
| King Just, KRO was the opener |
| And we came |
| A hundred and some niggas |
| Broke as fuck |
| Overlord, yea lord we wild wid it |
| Feather don’t know when |
| Them Staten niggas around wid it |
| Rap money |
| Crack every real night |
| Bitch give em the money |
| I still know the real rights |
| Hip hop pumpin |
| Hip hop jumpin |
| Ya’ll need to stop with that |
| Hip hop frontin |
| Ya’ll need to stop with that |
| Hip hop frontin |
| Ya’ll need to stop with that |
| Hip hop frontin |
| You kill then you shot |
| Malcolm X in the frame |
| Damn man |
| These killas go’n murder to the game |
| Apply heat to beef |
| Like a burger to the flame |
| Murder the game |
| Brah heard you can do the same |
| I’m Hussein on the script |
| But I’m like Lou Kane when I flip |
| Brain’s what I hit |
| You lames go’n be sick |
| Like dysenteriae |
| 4−4 to bury you |
| The more, the merrier |
| Let’s build a wall |
| I’m daring ya |
| Rest in Big Pun |
| You ain’t killed a monkey |
| You’re a gorilla |
| He ain’t building shade tho |
| Lettin em chains blow |
| Sometimes I wear hard |
| Yeah sometimes I halo |
| A death sentence |
| In the form of a union |
| I suggest |
| Cause we normally shooting |
| Leave your chest |
| For more recruiting |
| Like the label advance |
| Sink your ship like a naval advance |