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    From the floor, keep it raw
    Yeah, yo, yo, yo, yo

    Verse 1: dray, skoob

    I heard that one man's loss, is the next man's gain
    I came to drop the shit like rain and bring the pain to your brain
    We leave a stain, ain't prayin (why? ), cos the game's for kids
    It's diggity das, no doubt, back to shatter your wigs
    These pegs be all on my back, cats be actin too brave
    I think they better just relax, before we dig em a grave
    You blow the spot, baby face it, kids can't erase it
    Or trace it, ya get'cha face lit, books come lace it, what?

    Bringin it straight from the lands of the crooks where heat, books to heat
    Em
    Keepin em raw from these brooklyn streets, where books defeats em
    Flippin these lines like a polygraph, y'all niggas lolly dat
    Freakin a style from brooklyn, the home of the bodybags
    And kids with no fear, bitches with no hair
    Low gear benz's wit chrome wears, what we all here
    So don't stare, we there to interfere with the heads of ? ? ? ? ?
    What you didn't know, this miggity might hurt

    Chorus:

    It's diggy das, raw breed
    Make moves at top speed
    It's the niggas from the sewer
    Drink brew and puff weed
    Giggity get wit it
    Sewer rats stay twisted
    Many people tell me this style is terrific
    It's diggy das, raw breed
    Make moves at top speed
    It's the niggas from the sewer
    Drink brew and puff weed
    Giggity get wit it
    Sewer rats stay twisted
    Aiyo, many people tell me this style is terrific

    Verse 2: dray, skoob

    Yo
    Well yo, in glocks we trust, and at the cops we bust
    We just be hustlin for cash and makin lashes of muss
    They went from az to jay-z, nas back to krayzie
    To drayzie, I fuck up your knot and then I'm swayze

    Word, yeah, yo, yo
    Well yo, figgity fuck a fear, wanna bust like a flare
    Gun, beware, son, my sons keep guns in the air
    None of y'all bitches can sue me, all my niggas twenty one gun salute me
    Pick up the vine and rock the kufi

    Well, all I heard was versucci, coochie for the lucci
    The gucci, but I just stay raw just like some sushi
    My crew be ill, time to move these mill's
    And all the drunken mawfuckers best to show they skills

    Yeah, yo, yo
    Well yo, the shit I talk, it be the shit I walk
    Some faggots try to get wild, they bit my style but got caught
    Like me and my man caught, slippin up at the crimescene
    Fuckin lime green, you fuckin wart, this is my team

    Chorus

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