From the floor, keep it raw
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Yeah, yo, yo, yo, yo
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Verse 1: Dray, Skoob
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I heard that one man's loss, is the next man's gain
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I came to drop the shit like rain and bring the pain to your brain
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We leave a stain, ain't prayin (why?), cos the game's for kids
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It's diggity Das, no doubt, back to shatter your wigs
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These pegs be all on my back, cats be actin too brave
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I think they better just relax, before we dig em a grave
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You blow the spot, baby face it, kids can't erase it
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or trace it, ya get'cha face lit, Books come lace it, what?
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Bringin it straight from the lands of the crooks where heat, Books to heat
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em
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Keepin em raw from these Brooklyn streets, where Books defeats em
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Flippin these lines like a polygraph, y'all niggas lolly dat
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Freakin a style from Brooklyn, the home of the bodybags
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And kids with no fear, bitches with no hair
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Low gear Benz's wit chrome wears, what we all here
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So don't stare, we there to interfere with the heads of ?????
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What you didn't know, this miggity might hurt
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Chorus:
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It's diggy Das, raw breed
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Make moves at top speed
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It's the niggas from the sewer
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Drink brew and puff weed
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Giggity get wit it
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Sewer rats stay twisted
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Many people tell me this style is terrific
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It's diggy Das, raw breed
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Make moves at top speed
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It's the niggas from the sewer
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Drink brew and puff weed
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Giggity get wit it
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Sewer rats stay twisted
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Aiyo, many people tell me this style is terrific
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Verse 2: Dray, Skoob
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Yo
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Well yo, in Glocks we trust, and at the cops we bust
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We just be hustlin for cash and makin lashes of muss
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They went from AZ to Jay-Z, Nas back to Krayzie
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To Drayzie, I fuck up your knot and then I'm swayze
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Word, yeah, yo, yo
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Well yo, figgity fuck a fear, wanna bust like a flare
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gun, beware, son, my sons keep guns in the air
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None of y'all bitches can sue me, all my niggas twenty one gun salute me
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Pick up the vine and rock the Kufi
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Well, all I heard was Versucci, coochie for the lucci
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The Gucci, but I just stay raw just like some sushi
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My crew be ill, time to move these mill's
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And all the drunken mawfuckers best to show they skills
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Yeah, yo, yo
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Well yo, the shit I talk, it be the shit I walk
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Some faggots try to get wild, they bit my style but got caught
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Like me and my man caught, slippin up at the crimescene
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Fuckin lime green, you fuckin wart, this is my team
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Chorus
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Raw Breed
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