Letras:
Blood Raw Other

louie bag Its in my louie bag, yea its in my louie bag (Blood Raw) One thing bout raw, raw got swag Raw hit da mall and I dont pop tags Raw stay clean, raw

fuckin' head off Signal all the other outlawz to get this shit set off Yaki Kadafi, it ain't a cop here to stop me These streetz is black hockey and raw

fuckin' head off Signal all the other outlawz to get this shit set off Yaki Kadafi, it ain't a cop here to stop me These streetz is black hockey and raw

the toilet You probably should CALL THE PLUMBER! You niggas get dumb and dumber thinkin you can come around and test me! Like these other niggas well

he chilled with didn't think he was real you see me and niggaz like this have never been equal I dont project my insurecurity's at other people he feeded

t beg or borrow We take shit, fuck you and yo fake bitch When the .8 spit you could feel the hatred, taste it It's your blood, when we show blood, we

over ?run em baka? They quick to go pop But when it's time to fiend for the green they flop We do it from the heart like blood Create rhymes like

in my Saab, Menesky mobbin', bobbin' and weavin', no pron You niggas' sloppy, don't copy, get popped, nigga don't jock me--you're raw [Chorus] Oh,

course we aint friends, you never stood on no blocks Streets or corners with zombies, ghouls and gangstas Cops, drug dealers with pools of blood anger