Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Raw Breed , by - Das EFX. Song from the album Generation EFX, in the genre R&BRelease date: 22.03.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Elektra
Song language: English
Raw Breed |
| 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 wit 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 gag |
| 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 |
| Yo |
| 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 fuck up your knot and then I’m swayze |
| Word, yeah, yo, yo |
| Well yo, figgity fuck 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 mawfuckers 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 |
| Fuckin lime green, you fuckin wart, this is my team |