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Chorus:
My name is Skee and Iâm RAW! Niggas canât believe that Iâm RAW! This little nigga go Mighty Mouse when I HURCULEES your jaw! When I take a leak in your spa! When I take the keys to your car! Iâm central, South Central, F-U side of the law. Nigga this RAW!
Verse 1:
I told you before that I really aint nothing to foul with. You niggas that come in the game & mention my name I want nothing to do with. Youâre useless, like monkey wrenches from one of my tool kits. A nigga thatâs not a solution is part of the problem if he really donât do shit. This is the new shit, out of the blue shit; we calling it Hip Hop. Serving you niggas like IHOP, hurting you bitches & why not? 2PAC! Black guy with a black eye, fat lip want to set trip! My nine-millimeter bust sixteen rounds in the air mother-fucker on exit.
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Verse 2:
Anybody thatâll open his mouth & fuck around with a veteran. I done told you illiterate son of a bitch! Iâm in a room full of medicine, [Excederin]. Exzillurate nothing but hate & give a mother-fucker Adivan, [excuse me]; but I go to pray east so nigga donât go ham! A nigga got bars, a nigga got cars, a nigga got flow, a nigga got style; you niggas got ours. Niggas from Mars! Black guy with a black eye fat lip want to set trip! My nine-millimeter bust sixteen rounds in the air mother-fucker on exit.
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