Raw Breed Lyrics - Das Efx

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 shit 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, bitches 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 

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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 

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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 fuck up your knot and then I'm swayze 

Word, yeah, yo, yo 

Well yo, figgity fuck a fear, wanna bust like a flare 

gun, beware, son, my sons keep guns in the air 

None of y'all bitches 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 mawfuckers best to show they skills 

Yeah, yo, yo 

Well yo, the shit I talk, it be the shit 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 

Fuckin lime green, you fuckin wart, this is my team 

Chorus