Lyrics

[Intro: Brotha Lynch Hung] There's only five emcees in California that spit that raw shit Real lyrics, nigga We don't be talkin' that bullshit Me and Crooked I We raw [Verse 1: Crooked I] Better run when we comin' around the corner Lights out, chopper to chopper is hangin' out the window Ah, every time you feel the breeze niggas bleed That mean we killin' niggas whenever the wind blow Ahh, it's hot, hol-hol-hollow tips meltin' your organs They hot enough to burn hard steel First your body tumble around on the ground Then it slip and you in mid-air, like you doin' cartwheels Skrt, that's the car wheels Time to get outta Dodge so I get out the Dodge Reality's like a bitch who should've swallowed the kids, but Instead, the mornin' after she gotta swallow the heart pill Uh, I put the silencer on the nose of the Glock Now tell me now, how the fuck you hear the gun pop? The bullet travelin' faster than the speed of sound So when you heard the sonic boom you thought it was a gunshot None of you rappers wanna disrespect When I'm spittin' somethin' like Bizzy Bone mixed with Tech Somethin' like Busta and Twista, I'm fly 'til I die Like a pilot in a jet who finger missed eject Then he hits eject, parachute won't open Started wrappin' around his throat and then it twist his neck Meanwhile his dead body is droppin' on top of a miniature yacht That's how you better hit the deck, 'cause I'm raw ('Cause I'm raw) [Verse 2: Brotha Lynch Hung] Lights out when I pull the knife out Leavin' bodies cold like they in the ice house I'm grimy, you better not breathe And you better not let a nigga catch you in your sleep I'm high like a straight Jamaican So I hit the kitchen to make some bacon (Get it?) Make some bacon, cheddar cheese, whatever I got meat from when I put one in your sweater I get raw like alligator meat Put a nigga in a chokehold, put him in the free-, nope Put him in the backyard, he tried to act hard I'm lactose, I make a back roast Hit that car (That car) and that car (That car) And that car (That car) and that car (Rah) And they comin' together regardless Throwin' rocks at the nigga that get it the hardest They don't know I'm mental, retarded Put the pussy in the bed and give it the hard stiff