(feat. Young Buck) [Intro:] Haha, Blood Raw what up Heyya! Young Buck waz happenin homie We gon' start real heavy on this muthafucka right here boy
louie bag Its in my louie bag, yea its in my louie bag (Blood Raw) One thing bout raw, raw got swag Raw hit da mall and I dont pop tags Raw stay clean, raw
My Homies,Stunna Like My Homies,Cte Muhfucka Imma Stunna Like My Homies,Stunna Like My Homies,Stunna Like My Homies [Verse 2: Blood Raw] Lookin For
Journey through the life of some real niggas Some real niggas, you'll never see what I've seen When I sleep, I dream of bodies in streams of blood Naked
muscle for the hustle I zip duffle bags to muffle fags Scuffle my knuckles bad on niggaz that think that they runnin shit They feel the punishment, uh, blood
to get a ring in the prom (prom prom prom) My swaggers is nice, ward is bond She might not know my name but she know my song "really Raw', Tyga dog tiger blood
ain't friends, you never stood on no blocks Streets or corners with zombies, ghouls and gangstas Cops, drug dealers with pools of blood anger Just fills
a nigga go murdered them all, they fall. Nigga wanna see the Bone fall, y'all, but naw, we too raw. I remember, back little ways when we was so hungry
and basketball games A lot of cash made on Hollis Ave Fast to change, high rollers was living, until the task force came A lot of ghost-towns and memories, bad-blooded
on The mental instrumental I continue with My song yeah we've got jumping jerks with no understandings of The East Coast stomp. Fam understand Several other
from an old thug, whoever clean cold blood Believe they bled it out (yo) Crave for the war, pop out rages with fours Hit the jackpot, blazin the raw -
Mack-11 slug with a pair of chopsticks Cut a priest off at the funeral to rock shit Nigga I'm the real Raw, all y'all others be fakin' Tryin' to gain
(Yo) It might be on the stage (Yo) It might be in the street (Yo) But the people come to me (Why?) They come to me for the lyrical, spiritual, raw
money's up, I'm praying for war I do this all the time, all the time, all the time Faces of Doom, sling in the lobby Swinging cooked raw, if you played
got you regurgitating And murdering everything gun shots Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah Ya'll know what it is I'm coming to get it and others are
his mutha fuckin' head off Signal all the other outlawz to get this shit set off Yaki Kadafi, it ain't a cop here to stop me These streetz is black hockey and raw
some real niggas Puffy: Some real niggas You'll never see what I've seen Puffy: When I sleep I dream of bodies in streams of blood Naked bitches
did it And who da fuck was wit' it till they dead covered blood red Pumpin' lead till them bastards ain't got no head The raw deal, bad era switched
