world Raw Burnt back to the bone Raw You'd better leave this child alone Raw I ain't got no home Raw Raw Burnt back to the bone Raw You'd better
Traduction: L'alarme. Raw.
furthest reaches All your dreams, splintered off Leech by leech on this catafalque Anyone will tell you, yes anyone Chance had me setting a trip wire alarm
I'll be around as long as you let me get to you Long as I got two balls to palm, I'll be the bomb, you're just a false alarm Get scared little pissants
get up in my body Make my body body rock rock ? I'm known to rip a soul full of shit I'ma just get up against a raw dawg and pull on my dick Tell the
ain't Bone? Nigga, you ain't Bone Ring the alarm (Ring the alarm) To let 'em know that we're charging Clones pay Come on now ring the alarm (Ring the alarm
vision, niggaz seein shit on slant Plant beatings on niggaz and celebrate a war chant Diabolic how we manifest raw logic Chronological time, we bring niggaz the raw
[Pink] You can sound the alarm you can call out your guards you can fence in your yard you can pull all the cards but I won?t back down oh no I wont back
to cop! [Chorus] [Busta Rhymes] It goes one (one) two (two) three (three) four (four) Bounce so much I ricochet up off the floor (floor) So raw shit the most raw
you taste the blood of the bass Then you faint, or better yet pass out When I'm on the mic, believe it's ass out You think you're raw so you draw You
with a skeezer by my side, that's a no-no. Tell me I ain't the flyest nigga that you ever saw Live in - action! Guaranteed - RAW! [Interlude:] "Who's
lonnn-ey ?? baby so hornnn-ey (check it out) One moe' thang I just have to ask Could you put the dick in ya mouth and blast? That's when my alarm clock
the alarm swearin that you killin tha song...reel murderers killin tha foundation your shit was built on..lets get it on..syze stand in militant form..my militiove is raw
same old mess again Another love has reached the end You never really gave a damn I thought you were a better man Oh no, you got me in a headlock Checking my alarm
Uh ah uh uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhahaha Check it out Flipmode squad Raw deluxe shit '98 Check it out I be the street shit The nigga your mama
You can sound the alarm You can call out your guards You can fence in your yard You can pull all the cards But I won't back down, oh, no I won't back
, let it get up in my body Make my body, body rock, rock, I'm known to rip a soul full of shit I'ma just get up against a raw dawg and pull on my dick
