Raw Breed lyrics

Artist  : Das Efx 
Song : Raw Breed



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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 sh*t 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
where heat, Books to heat
em
Keepin em raw from these Brooklyn streets, where
Books defeats em
Flippin these lines like a polygraph, y`all
niggas lolly dat
Freakin a style from Brooklyn, the home of the
bodybags
And kids with no fear, bit*hes 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

Chorus: 

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 f**k up your knot and then I`m
swayze

Word, yeah, yo, yo
Well yo, figgity f**k a fear, wanna bust like a
flare
gun, beware, son, my sons keep guns in the air
None of y`all bit*hes 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 mawf**kers best to show they
skills

Yeah, yo, yo
Well yo, the sh*t I talk, it be the sh*t 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
f**kin lime green, you f**kin wart, this is my
team

Chorus