We Got the Raw

Lyrics

Nick Wiz ft. Ran Reed ft. Almighty Star and Double R - "We Got the Raw" [Emcee(s): Almighty Star, Double R, and Ran Reed] [Producer(s): Nick Wiz] [Hook: Ran Reed] (x2) Now tell us what you want, my man. We got the raw The shit that get you nice no doubt, this is the pure That uncut dope that makes you hit the floor Them niggas down the way got garbage for sure [Verse 1: Almighty Star] I'm the top prospect with slick ghetto linguistics Chicks hear the voice and see the face, be like, "Who is it?" It's Nick Bars, the Don, the Pérignon spitting slick shit Avirex, black back holster for my biscuit Take two sips, wet your top lip, get you lifted I'll slip mix, then I'll hit your pockets with the quickness Swiftness and agility on top of the cocking-my-hammer- -back-ability, these fags ain't spilling me Caps full of funnies? That's the only way they're killing me Can't help it that their right-hand man is feeling me Wanting me to get on the same track they spit on, but I'm Fucking with them Lost World niggas 'til I'm gone Confidants of Ran Reed steaming-hot like heat, blaze at Pigs and beef 'cause we don't fuck with red meat [Hook: Ran Reed] (x2) Now tell us what you want, my man. We got the raw The shit that get you nice no doubt, this is the pure That uncut dope that makes you hit the floor Them niggas down the way got garbage for sure [Verse 2: Double R] I feel you, damaging, mentally rumble, three-man Huddle hit niggas with lyrics that make 'em fumble. Went from Bags to bundles, shorty lives that lip-mumble. All I hear Is Ran Reed and Confidants at the tunnel International player, Glock-slayer, [?] inside The Himalaya. Fuck [?]—Double R for mayor Ready to blaze ya, drug major, but still trying to figure out When I'm on grounds, how my numbers come through my sky pager Lyrical major, I'll blame the products for my bad behavior Spit the flavor, D.R. give 'em what they never gave ya Roll with force, still unsigned, but my tapes cross Cover Source, triple nines, I'm undercover, floss I'll bruise you, beat that ass like Nick Wiz, then lose you Abuse you. Cocking Glocks? Locking blocks? I'm used to [Hook: Ran Reed] (x2) Now tell us what you want, my man. We got the raw The shit that get you nice no doubt, this is the pure That uncut dope that makes you hit the floor Them niggas down the way got garbage for sure [Verse 3: Ran Reed] Yo, me and My tag team'll turn the illest nigga to a drag queen Make him throw the dress on, so bring your best on. I hope You got your vest on—if not, you might forever rest on 'Cause on the mic, I'm known to put the fucking stress on Bring it to you in the worst way. Ain't a damn thing changed I've been like this since the first day back in '86 Catching records for wreck [?] Niggas show me love 'cause they know I used to kick ass And still do. Chop your head off, mentally kill you The pain I inflict feels like I stuck a drill through Send chills through like a touch from the Holy Ghost Niggas know we roast like a pig on a stick. You big On the dick 'cause you know we bang like a hammer From Fifth Ave to Alabama, we drop grammar Asiatic Star with my man Rog' and Ran Reed equals Hot shit—that's just what we got, so what you need? [Hook: Ran Reed] (x2) Now tell us what you want, my man. We got the raw The shit that get you nice no doubt, this is the pure That uncut dope that makes you hit the floor Them niggas down the way got garbage for sure [Outro: Ran Reed] Now tell us what you want