Maybe a smile and that's all If it's a crime, I'd gladly do the time There ought to be a law about the way she looks, that's my baby - in the raw Don
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now all forgotten My soul's rotten, still the blood's spilled I feel Chills, I'm still plottin, I'm ill-norm Take life forms like light storms I laugh
'em, let the law end 'Cuz we simply get the raw end Coffins open, dump 'em all in Fuck 'em, let the law end 'Cuz we simply get the raw end Coffins open
leave em? dead, Before my time, but I?m still ahead, Of all ya?ll, all ya?ll, Like a nas?y bitch, give?it nigga raw dawg, raw dawg, Any nigga putty,
over the curb with the Wesson What used to be superb now is depressing Negative energy Generated from the snakes and the centipedes You will remember me I just get the storm
Or any radio station, they won't play me They own kids give me spins on tapes and CD's Infamous First Infantry tee's Army-green so it match your fatigues Desert Storm
believe me tho And even with that, I be the rap Don Cheadle Its hotel Rwanda, boast got cause I got-ta Spit that raw shit, yall some talkative condoms (Fall back) Avery Storm
the roof I had ya pissin' in ya trunk like a roof Bullets hit ya chest like a blunt rolled loose I'm that corn liquor nigga, 100 proof I bring the storm
unverified] sweaters The ones who paid with their life I rock for forty days and forty nights and every verse is tight Better than before, rough, rugged and raw
Ain't got no patience for hatin', I'll be at the station, awaitin' The arrival of that DJ that don't replay unless we pay I stormed the beach like D-
, f-ck is you sayin' [Eminem] F-ck, it's f-cking raining, shit, it's lightening Bitch, its thundering, cause I'm hushing up I'm a storm if you wonderin
, when you decided to pin me down to the floor, ill lift you back over and push even more, talking about? we are going to war, helmet stays home, im going in raw
still, still) Living the good life, good life, uh huh good life (We living the life) Yo, yo, yo Pass you cowards, classical rap mix form power Yasser Arafat, I'm storming
, slicker than the sharpest pen Nigga here, combat, sweet dick Willie T, Rudy Ray Moore game Woodgrain all in the board reigns, before rain flooded Like storm drains, boss man, bundling raw
Old dad dropped a jewel so pure When the times get raw it's something I recall Sometimes I don't remember it at all It gets stormed by the weather with
life holla black, you know it well Quiet storm, vital form pen pushed it right across Mind is a vital force, high level right across Shoulders the lions raw
Vuitton, leg muscles, deep dimples Body is soft, she smell fresh like a new born Pretty feet, peitete ass, nice shoes on The sunshine for my quiet storm
