Raw Songtext
von Gudda Gudda

Yo, hey yo I heard your coach scream
"We can′t stop 'em, we gotta end you"
Nigga off top I goes in like I′m entering
Young Money red devils, all we do is win and then
Get our Michael Phelps on with these bitches
Yeah we swim in them
Showing off this man and join, scrubs can't stand this boy
Cause they don't leave their hood
And I′m coast to coast like Brandon Roy
And that internet dissing, I ain′t got the energy

Cause niggas is tough talkers with queer tendencies
Fuck the kid shit, I'm grown and ′bout my dollars
So I'ma play Sabathia and you can play Posada


Catch this fucking heat I′m throwing at your fucking collar
And tell Big L I got him once you reach the heavenly father
Nigga I rep that uptown, call me Mr. Harlem
My flow monumental like Madison Square Garden
My bitch will air your squadron, nigga I beg your pardon
Don't get the rest of your motherfucking gears talking
Mills

Uh, yeah, I grab the mic and OD like I′m freebasing
And we control shit, like the Freemasons
Oh you a bold bitch, a lot of eat taking
I pita roll shit, a lot of teeth breaking

Leave the scene vacant, Young Money cavemen
Ice on the rims, so we leave skating

Neck full of gold, wrist full of glitter and
When we leave all the hoes follow like Twitter
Flow sour type bitter, I'm a different type nigga

Stomp niggas out, yeah we typewriter niggas
Then put 'em to bed, yeah we night-night a nigga
I′m over your head like the zeitgeist nigga
I could get your brain for the right price nigga
Cause these boys is pussy like Posh Spice nigga
I steam and cook ′em like hot rice nigga
Mizery with the guillotine, chop dice niggas

Bitch I'm Mack Maine, uh


You are now tuned in to one of the realest to do this shit
I spit proverbs, they spit foolishness
I spit the truest shit, they spitting tall tales
If life′s a test, I passed and y'all all failed
I bring you all hell, my words should be written in red
A psychic came up to me one day and this what he said
He said "Jermaine, on the mic, I could tell you nice
You touch hearts, you might be the second coming of Christ"
I said "No blasphemy" and proceeded to some other shit

Like putting my rubber on and hollering "Fuck the government"
Respect my mind motherfucker, I′m a rider
As long as I'm alive, ain′t no law that I abide by

Fuck a drive-by, we walk up and squeeze to get paid
This game ain't the same, Pac turning in his grave
If I don't make it to the top, I know Gudda will
And I′ma help him call the shots, welcome to Guddaville