Raise Up b*tch lyrics

by

Devin The Dude


Click-click... bang
Hehehe
Yeah

[ VERSE 1: Scarface ]
I'm sick of n*ggas tryina shoot the big six
But when the sh*t jumps off the n*gga plays the big b*tch
And that's the problem with the nation of blacks
Too slow with your motherf*ckin hands, so you grab your gats
And listen to the gangsta music
You got a Glock-10 in your lap but you're scared to use it
You's a motherf*ckin stunt
Lettin all your homies know you bought another gun
Suppose they tried to pack you
Dropped your di*k in the dirt, they'll know exactly how to send it at ya
Tryina work your way into the big clique
And that's the main reason young n*ggas die quick
Livin in this fast sh*t
And tryina have a bad b*tch
But what you n*ggas know about a bank roll?
Trickin off the money you made with them stank hoes
Think about it quick
Quick, and raise up, b*tch

[ DJ Domination ]
(f*ck 'em up)
Raise up, b*tch
(Raise up)
(b*tch)
[ VERSE 2: Scarface ]
Now the n*ggas I run with are down brothers
And ready to die for a motherf*cker
So when you wanna step, mate
I'mma bust you dead in yo ass with this 12-gauge
I ain't your ordinary villain
Some n*ggas were born dyin, I was born killin
So gather up your army, G
Cause that's what it's gonna take to stop a n*gga like me
Cause I'm comin at you full force, n*gga
I hope you got some real n*ggas on the trigger
Cause I be rollin like a hustler
And since you got gats you better use them motherf*ckers
Sparkin nines at a drastic pace
Takin orders from a motherf*ckin basket case
So when my nine goes pop
Boy, you better sh*t or get your ass up off the pot
(f*ck 'em up)
Listen to my Glock click
Now raise up b*tch

[ DJ Domination ]
(f*ck 'em up)
Raise up, b*tch
(Raise up)
(b*tch)
[ VERSE 3: Scarface ]
So n*ggas don't f*ck with me
Cause I'mma run the whole ninety-motherf*ckin-three
And the rest of the years to come
So b*tches bring it on if you motherf*ckers want some
And I'mma break you off a big piece
Cause n*ggas can't f*ck with the big chief
Attention motherf*ckers, about face
Salute the one that the people call Scarface
Still quick to hit 'em up, quick to get 'em up
Quick to not give a f*ck
Never bringin the false sh*t
I left the mic for a year and I still ain't lost it
Still runnin 'em down, gunnin 'em down
Yeah, cause real n*ggas gonna clown
So put your crown on since you're bigger
And let me take care of my business, n*gga
The bigger the n*gga, the bigger the cap
The bigger the bullet, the bigger the f*ckin gat
So step up with that ho sh*t
And I'mma empty the whole clip
Ain't no runnin like a rabbit
Cause I'mma let you motherf*ckers have it
Let the motherf*cker blast
And bring your hat to your motherf*cking ass
Cause n*ggas ain't true to it, you're new to it
And don't know what to do to it
But I ain't never had that kind of luck
If you're scared to bite the bullet, then raise the f*ck up
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