Raise Up lyrics

by

Bushwick Bill


Click click bang he, he, he
I'm sick of n*ggas trying to 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*cking hands so you grab your gats
And listen to the gangsta music
You got a Glock-ten in your lap but you scared to use it
You's a motherf*cking stud
Letting all your homies know you bought another gun
Suppose they tried to pack you, dropped your di*k in the dirt
And know exactly how to send it at you
Trying to work your way into the big clique
And that's the main reason young n*ggas die quick
Living in this fast sh*t and trying to have a bad bit
But what you n*ggas know about a bank roll
Tricking off the money you made with them stank hoes
Think about it quick quick and raise up b*tch
Now the n*ggas I run with are down brothers
And ready to die for a motherf*cker
So when you want to step mate
I'm a bust you dead in your ass with this twelve gauge
I ain't your ordinary villain
Some n*ggas was born dying I was born killing
So gather up your army G
'Cos that's what it's going to take to stop a n*gga like me
'Cos I'm coming at you full force n*gga
I hope you got some real n*ggas on the trigger
'Cos I be rolling like a hustler
And since you got gats you better use them motherf*ckers
Sparking nines at a drastic pace
Taking orders from a motherf*cking basket case
So when my nine goes pop
Boy you better sh*t and get your ass up off the pot
f*ck 'em up listen to my Glock click
Now raise up b*tch
So n*ggas don't f*ck with me
'Cos I'm a run the whole ninety motherf*cking three
And the rest of the years to come
So b*tches bring it on if you motherf*ckers want some
And I'm a break you off a big piece
'Cos 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 them up, quick to get them up
Quick to not give a f*ck, never bringing the false sh*t
I left the mic for a year and I still ain't lost it
Still running them down, gunning them down
Yeah, 'cos real n*ggas going to 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*cking gatt
So step up with that hoe sh*t and I'm a empty the whole clip
Ain't no running like a rabbit
'Cos I'm a let you motherf*ckers have it
Let the motherf*cker blast
And bring your hat to your motherf*cking ass
'cos 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

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