Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Raven, artist - Andre Nickatina. Date of issue: 10.08.2009
Song language: English
Raven |
| Well yes, watch out for those buster |
| Busters and you never can trust them |
| Sooner or later gotta me a hafta dump them in the ocean |
| And them them girls around them we gonna get rid of them, second |
| Watch that four blown, gage on time (tragic, tragic, tragic, tragic) |
| And you know that cinnnomon bread that you didn’t want to give me? |
| So when me get down, me bring my rotwilder round |
| And make them shake that thang |
| The raven in my eyes got me going against the grain |
| If you purple like the rain |
| Feel me nigga now check the grip, Get rich quick or die |
| Some can’t get rich so god damn quick, so they suffer and get high |
| God fearin niggas, who sin and make they ends |
| Corner store ballas who can’t think without they gin |
| Mandadory consequence if you spit this busnuiss splittin rocks |
| Bullets connect with red dots, shit this ghetto red hot |
| A vision like twelve monkeys, split the blunt and fill her up |
| We ready to cuss and dump on niggas who wanna buss |
| Spittin 45 and newer nines mindstate on barrcudda |
| Nigga watch the heat cuz the heat will seek and the heat will go right through |
| ya |
| My mouth a make an attitude and hall game |
| Street chemist ghetto star dealin with the pain |
| They say «Andre Nickatina keep it comin» |
| The game done got so thick that I can’t even have a woman |
| Let me look into your eyes, witness all the lies |
| Somewhere down the line you made a grown man cry, why? |
| Raven in my eyes put a man to test |
| Man not bullet proof, man be made of flesh |
| You know me keep on singing |
| The raven in my eyes put a man to test |
| And I say |
| Man not bullet proof, man be made of flesh |
| You know me keep on sayin |
| A raven in my life put a man to test |
| And you know me sayin |
| Man not bullet proof, man be made of flesh |
| B. Adams do ya still love me? |
| Cuz your first born is struggeling (tragic tragic tragic) |
| And its hard to stay drug free, mama do you love me? |