| I’m my mother’s first born, spawn to cause havoc
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| Since a little nigga, I was drawn to automatics
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| Bugged me outta little so the opposition vanished
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| Scatter off the block, guns hidden in the grasses
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| Ashes to ashes, tell me where the racks is
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| Burners fuck ya down like little kids playin' with matches
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| Or the mattress
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| We don’t mean no harm, it’s our wrists
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| Let’s touch it like a mother, so just tell us where it is
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| Niggas got to eat, point blank, period
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| If we kill, you can’t take it with you, it’s not that serious
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| This is H, if you looking for him, nigga here he is
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| I don’t run from drama, I run to it
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| Oh y’all niggas wanna dance? |
| I one-two it
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| Gun to it, nigga on the floor
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| Like a tree when it’s uprooted
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| Dead that
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| Y’all niggas over let us do it again
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| And again
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| Give you more what you bargain for
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| Crack these nigga’s ass like a hardwood floor
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| Bitch can’t tell me shit, but on all fours
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| Niggas know what it is, that uncut raw
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| I’m raw
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| More what you bargain for
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| Crack these nigga’s ass like a hardwood floor
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| Bitch can’t tell me shit, but on all fours
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| Niggas know what it is, that uncut raw
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| I’m raw
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| Okay, now 2013, nothin' changed but the clothes fit
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| Grown man shit, niggas trying to fuck my old bitch
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| The coldest flow in hip-hop, Mobb Deep got it
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| Throw me on a Havoc beat, and I will teach violence
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| You just speak violent, you not a threat
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| To the safety of H and P, make that a bet
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| We out in Warsaw, Mumbai, Quebec
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| It’s just a slight delay 'cause parole on my dick
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| Made me have to fuck you up and sit back down
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| For another few years, y’all niggas is clowns
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| It’s the one and only Infamous notorious
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| Gang from New York that last for so long
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| It’s not even makin' no sense
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| Perpetual burn, these new rappers upset
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| They can’t get a turn in
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| When they do get a second of fame
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| It happens so fast, you can’t even 'member they name, fuck 'em
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| Give you more what you bargain for
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| Crack these nigga’s ass like a hardwood floor
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| Bitch can’t tell me shit, but on all fours
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| Niggas know what it is, that uncut raw
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| I’m raw
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| More what you bargain for
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| Crack these nigga’s ass like a hardwood floor
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| Bitch can’t tell me shit, but on all fours
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| Niggas know what it is, that uncut raw
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| I’m raw
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| Yeah, R-A-W
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| I’m not a terrorist, but here to bring trouble to
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| Anybody who thinkin' it’s sweet, you get your sweet tooth
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| Pulled the fuck out, the fear you see through
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| Ratchet and a brown paper bag like I’m eating chips
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| Straight gun talk, nigga, I don’t even riff
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| Shooters on deck, niggas that you see me with
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| Show you better than I can tell you, best to believe it kid
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| Outside of hip-hop, they not no monsters
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| They lyin' to their fans, fakin' like they mobsters
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| There’s only one M-O-double B
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| Cut the shit, you don’t want this trouble, G
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| We the ultimate 16-bar machine
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| Get your dummy ass dead
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| Get your bummy ass fed
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| To the vultures, we motherfuckin' hungry, yo
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| I know you pray we stop, but we ain’t done with you
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| Give you more what you bargain for
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| Crack these nigga’s ass like a hardwood floor
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| Bitch can’t tell me shit, but on all fours
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| Niggas know what it is, that uncut raw
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| I’m raw
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| More what you bargain for
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| Crack these nigga’s ass like a hardwood floor
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| Bitch can’t tell me shit, but on all fours
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| Niggas know what it is, that uncut raw
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| I’m raw |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Uncut Raw, artist - Prodigy. Album song 13 Reloaded, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп