"G" 'cause I'm g-g-greater on the microphone splurgin cut snakes like a surgeon and Busta you can't fade 'cause I flow tight like a virgin Chorus: Being raised
Translation: C-block. Being Raised.
Spirit, If She Break A Promise they Act Just Like They Momma's, Now What That Got To Do with The Price Of Rice In China or Why These Gold Miners Raise
And have fun (HAVE FUN) have fun (HAVE FUN) Have, HAVE, HAVE FUN!!!! [Myself ? ? ?] Kinda like, ? catch, of the day is mad wreck I raise heck, no raise
the foam She left Coast alone, I'm slowly grown And learned how to hold the chrome, My hope is gone Fuck being broke! C'mon I'm fanna take ya to the spot
on a key doing business on a beeper I'm sinking in this motherfucker deeper Fear the reaper that no man born or woman harm me fuck being a nigga in your
dark shootin' Beam illuminate the target movin' Get your organs ruined, move out like SWAT move in Got them niggaz on the back-block rootin' For the
know if I'll ever see heaven Now I done seen sinners, sold coke to beginners And blowed smoke with winners, now raise it up for them spinners I'm on the block
Come put me on the block in a new form and new sound For Ja Rule and I'm feeling like I'm too strong I move on down to D.C., V.A. And I even did as
community are in fact detrimental to the very people you claim to represent. We also feel that as a result you do much to undermind the well-being and
, you shouldn't fear, I'm being myself when I'm this sincere, Without modesty, I can rid you from your misery with all honesty, When I'm on your block
was given to us by God. Native Americans were unscrupulously thrown off their homelands and slaughtered in the name of Jesus. Horror stories of entire tribes being led through rivers while being
Jamar, Sadat X, Alamo Raised in the ghetto singin' songs called survival I'm only bringin' you the real Grand Puba, Lord Jamar, Sadat X, Alamo Raised
your block, and at the spot on the weekends You'll see smoke risin', just who could it be It's my rhyme and crime partner, d. dash l. o. c. Yeah that
boxin on your block, and at the spot on the weekends You'll see smoke risin', just who could it be It's my rhyme and crime partner, d. dash l. o. c.
, niggas is sick of runnin Yeah, all my soldier, raise it up, c'mon, now (Bust ya guns) yeah, Kweli with dead prez, c'mon (Blow blow) (stic.man) I'm
ya open like a surgery bypass Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth without a doubt That's why we're all souled out Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah C
