O.D.B. lyrics

[Intro]
Daringer, Machine
Uh, you know what the f*ck is good

[Verse 1]
Ayo, I never leave the crib without the blower on waist
'Cause over on the East side
It's full of cobras and snakes
Vultures and fake n*ggas that can't wait
To pistol whip you break a bone in your face
If you won't open your safe
Tony Montana sh*t
Stick you're nose in the whole cake
Think about Machine Gun (???)
And I might pour the whole Ace (???)
Plug sent it from a whole 'nother state (ah)
He throw it from San Diego
And i'ma catch it like Antonio Gates, ahh
I ain't finished that was only a eight
Spikes on the glove (blood?) bottoms
They were Pony and Snake, yeah
The label told me to wait
But f*ck that I'm droppin' now
You can't hold me I'm great (haaa)
Plus it'll only equate
To dollar signs, I told you homie i'm straight
Three classics in a year, nobody told me to make
Remember n*ggas wouldn't throw me a plate?
So used to chopper fire, I could feel at home in Kuwait
[Chorus]
They ain't f*cking with this raw sh*t
(They ain't f*cking with this raw sh*t)
f*cking with this raw sh*t (this raw sh*t?) (this raw sh*t)
They ain't f*cking with this raw sh*t
(They ain't f*cking with this raw sh*t)
f*cking with this raw sh*t (this raw sh*t?) (this raw sh*t)
They can't f*ck with this raw sh*t
(They can't f*ck with this raw sh*t)
f*ck with this raw sh*t (this raw sh*t?) (this raw sh*t)
Ay, you should f*ck with this raw sh*t
(You should f*ck with this raw sh*t)
You should f*ck with this raw sh*t

[Verse 2]
Get out of pocket, I'ma blaze you up
Homicide pull on your block, yellow tape it up (no cap)
You ain't built from behind the wall? You better safe it up
n*ggas up North on the yard getting their faces cut
So tie your laces up
You make a cake, I need to take a cut
One thing about me, I never gave a f*ck
If I run out of patience I'ma spray sh*t up
We taking what we want and nobody 'bout to say sh*t to us
Shooters on the payroll, riding 'round with they pole
The DRACO be spitting like J. Cole
Yayo, powder on they nose
They eyes won't stay close
The chopper bullets make holes
End your body and take souls
That's why I gotta be the illest with this sh*t...
Case closed, n*gga
[Chorus]
They ain't f*cking with this raw sh*t
(They ain't f*cking with this raw sh*t)
f*cking with this raw sh*t (this raw sh*t?) (this raw sh*t)
They ain't f*cking with this raw sh*t
(They ain't f*cking with this raw sh*t)
f*cking with this raw sh*t (this raw sh*t?) (this raw sh*t)
They can't f*ck with this raw sh*t
(They can't f*ck with this raw sh*t)
f*ck with this raw sh*t (this raw sh*t?) (this raw sh*t)
Ay, you should f*ck with this raw sh*t
(You should f*ck with this raw sh*t)
You should f*ck with this raw sh*t