Raw Lyrics - Guddaville - Gudda Gudda

Hey, yo I heard your coach scream we can't stop em, we gotta injure em 

Nigga off top I goes in like I'm entering 

Young Money 

red devils all we do is win and then 

Michael Phelps 

on with these bitches yeah we swim in them 

Showing off this man enjoy, scrubs can't stand this boy 

If they don't leave they hood then I'm coast to coast like Brandon Roy 

And that internet dissin I ain't got the energy 

Cuz niggas is tough talkers with queer tendencies 

Fuck the kid shit im grown and bout my dollars 

So Ima play Sabathia and you go play Posada 

Catch this fuckin heat I'm throwing at your fuckin collar 

And tell Big L I got em once we reach the heavenly father 

Nigga I rep that up-town, call me Mr. harlem 

My flow monumental like Madison Square Garden 

My bitch will air your squadrant, nigga I beg your pardon 

Don't get the rest of your motherfuckin kids darkened, Millz! 

I grab the mic and O.D. like I'm free basing 

And we control shit, like free masons 

Oh you a bold bitch, a lot of 

E 

I pita roll shit, a lot of teeth aching 

Leave the scene vacant, 

Young Money cavemen 

Ice on the rims, so we leave skatin 

Neck full of gold, wrist full of glitter and 

When we leave all the hoes follow like twitter 

Flow sour type bitter, I'm a different type nigga 

Stomp niggas out yeah we typewrite a nigga, then 

Put em to bed yeah we night night a nigga, I'm 

Over your head like the zyguise nigga, I could 

Get you brain for the right price nigga 

Cuz these boys is pussy like pie spice nigga, I 

Steam and cook em like hot rice nigga 

Misery with the gullotine chop dice niggas, uhhh 

Bitch I'm Mack Maine, uh 

You are now tuned in to one of realist to do this shit 

I spit proverbs, they spit foolishness 

I spit the truth and shit, they spittin tall tales 

If life's a test, I pass and yall all fail 

I bring you all hell, my words should be written in red 

A psychic came up to me one day and this what he said 

He said "Jermaine, on the mic, I can tell you nice 

You touch hearts, you might be the second coming of Christ." 

I said "No Blasphemy" and proceeded to some other shit 

Like put my rubber on and holla "Fuck the government!" 

Respect my mind motherfucka, I'm a rider 

As long as I'm alive ain't no law that I abide by 

Fuck a drive, by we walk up and squeeze to get paid 

This game ain't the same, Pac turning in his grave 

If I dont make it to the top I know Gudda will 

And I'mma help him call the shots, 

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