Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Raid , by - T-K.A.S.H.Release date: 10.09.2015
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Raid , by - T-K.A.S.H.Raid |
| Grew up in the ghetto |
| Rocks stars, heavy metal, fellows peddlin' pebbles |
| Cop cars full of devils, hit the set in severals |
| Try they best to set us up and get us up in the federals |
| Emerson, Carter, Oakland Tech |
| Went to Mac summer school, ask Bean from the West |
| Sixteen with a vest, big dreams of a Tec |
| Forty-five and a chop, tryin' to lock up the block |
| Peasant as an adolescent but I grew to be king |
| Jedi Prince, Bombthreatt dropped and I ain’t looked back since |
| But for a minute, I just took that glimpse |
| Thank God, I did not decide to cook that brick |
| UnderMobb, Stolen Legacy, I shook that shit |
| Most of 'em wasn’t Guerrillas, they just look that shit |
| Half of us still speak, through it all still weak |
| But it all back together, come with some real heat |
| It’s the caramel light chocolate catastrophic |
| Lyrical mosh pit, huh, the floss chick |
| Invincible to weak MC’ss that never seen me |
| Comin' at a hundred degrees, I’m like fleas |
| That make ya itch, the wicked witch of the West |
| Savage mic flower, unseen too fresh |
| Creepin' out the dark with them blows to the guts |
| 'Cause you never see me comin' from up out the cut, what? |
| We Raid, raid on, raid on |
| See us skee skirt, we work, ready to ride |
| I’m in my t-shirt, we serve, ready to fight |
| The street sweeper, bleed ya, freedom or die |
| Now who could see her, we the, dirtiest kind |
| Never beat, GOP’s with these golden gloves |
| We’d rather see 'em in the streets with these golden slugs |
| It’s K1, Nigga show me love |
| We never beat, never weak, TCD, we thug, we mobbin' |
| We take the ride on, shine on, light that touch |
| Keep the fight on, ride on lies that cut |
| We collide on, rhyme on rise and bust |
| On they crime on — life to divide us up |
| Keep it basic, niggas want improvements now |
| Nigga face it, they wanna keep the movement down |
| Fuck what they said, we comin' with the proven sound |
| It’s that bay shit, guaranteed to move the crowd, we sayin' |
| We Raid, raid on, raid on |
| I got that sin juice flowin', thick in the veins |
| And I’m finna set it off without no restraints |
| Lookin' strange, before I blow out gauge |
| On the front page news see me center stage |
| CMG the squaw with the native tongue |
| Never bitin' on a rhyme and still keepin' 'em sprung |
| West coast gangsta, savage beastie |
| Feastin' on wack mcs discreetly |
| I’m mad at you hoes cause y’all don’t feel it |
| We holdin' up a mirror to the streets, now who the realest |
| For real it, Bitch, the ballot or the bullet? |
| My finger’s on the trigger for my freedom I’ma pull it (I'ma pull it) |
| Now check it cause you might get hurt |
| See we clappin' off the straps if the rap don’t work |
| (Shit, don’t make us have to do that dirt |
| I got this freedom in my drawz, conscious daughters for the cause |
| Identify genocide, ride or die, we wreck |
| Guerrilla Funk, hard truth, we devise respect |
| Break through to the youth, keepin lies in check |
| For my troops and the fruit — NOI connect |
| Have pride, you could rise and confide in us |
| Keep it live and advise you we size em up |
| Understandin' the plan they devised for us |
| Never ran, keep it mannish we rise us up, we sayin |
| We Raid, raid on, raid on |
| (Raid on soldier, raid on) |
| All day, everyday we raid, believe, (Yeah) |
| All day, everyday, we break, |
| We Raid, raid on, raid on |
| (Hell yeah) |
| Real players, real hustlers |
| Busters still hate us |
| Can’t touch us |
| Gangsters still stay up |
| Double up the paper |
| We prayin' |
| Bubble up the police |
| Don’t show me |
| No love, cause I don’t tell on homies |
| Show love for the young cats who know me |
| OGs that lace me while growin' |
| This one’s for the hometown of Oakland |
| East side, west bound and north |
| South Sac, south Stockton, Portland |
| Back down to the state that’s all golden |
| We Raid, raid on, raid on |
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| It's Real | 1993 |
| The Days Of Old | 1992 |
| One Time Fo' Ya Mind | 1993 |
| Prelude | 1993 |
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| Funky Lil' Party | 1992 |
| Back In The Days | 1993 |
| Street Soldier | 1993 |
| 40 Ounces And A Fool | 1993 |
| Root Of All Evil | 1993 |
| Conversation | 1993 |
| Check It Out Ch'all | 1992 |
| Sleeping With The Enemy | 1992 |
| Assata's Song | 1992 |
| Bush Killa | 1992 |
| House Niggas Bleed Too | 1992 |
| Coffee, Donuts, & Death | 1992 |
| Thinka 'Bout It | 1992 |
| Make Way For A Panther | 1992 |
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