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uncut raw - havoc lyrics

[intro: havoc]
yeah, check me out though

[verse 1: havoc]
i’m my mother’s first born, sp-wn to cause havoc
since a little n-gga, i was drawn to automatics
bugged me outta little so the opposition vanished
scatter off the block, guns hidden in the gr-sses
ashes to ashes, tell me where the racks is
burners f-ck ya down like little kids playin’ with matches
or the mattress
we don’t mean no harm, it’s our wrists
let’s touch it like a mother, so just tell us where it is
n-ggas got to eat, point blank, period
if we k!ll, you can’t take it with you, it’s not that serious
this is h, if you looking for him, n-gga here he is
i don’t run from drama, i run to it
oh y’all n-ggas wanna dance? i one-two it
gun to it, n-gga on the floor
like a tree when it’s uprooted
dead that
y’all n-ggas over let us do it again
and again

[chorus: havoc]
give you more what you bargain for
crack these n-gga’s -ss like a hardwood floor
b-tch can’t tell me sh-t, but on all fours
n-ggas know what it is, that uncut raw
i’m raw
more what you bargain for
crack these n-gga’s -ss like a hardwood floor
b-tch can’t tell me sh-t, but on all fours
n-ggas know what it is, that uncut raw
i’m raw

[verse 2: prodigy]
okay, now 2013, nothin’ changed but the clothes fit
grown man sh-t, n-ggas trying to f-ck my old b-tch
the coldest flow in hip-hop, mobb deep got it
throw me on a havoc beat, and i will teach violence
you just speak violent, you not a threat
to the safety of h and p, make that a bet
we out in warsaw, mumbai, quebec
it’s just a slight delay ’cause parole on my d-ck
made me have to f-ck you up and sit back down
for another few years, y’all n-ggas is clowns
it’s the one and only infamous notorious
gang from new york that last for so long
it’s not even makin’ no sense
perpetual burn, these new rappers upset
they can’t get a turn in
when they do get a second of fame
it happens so fast, you can’t even ‘member they name, f-ck ’em

[verse 3: havoc & prodigy]
yeah, r-a-w
i’m not a terrorist, but here to bring trouble to
anybody who thinkin’ it’s sweet, you get your sweet tooth
pulled the f-ck out, the fear you see through
ratchet and a brown paper bag like i’m eating chips
straight gun talk, n-gga, i don’t even riff
shooters on deck, n-ggas that you see me with
show you better than i can tell you, best to believe it kid
outside of hip-hop, they not no monsters
they lyin’ to their fans, fakin’ like they mobsters
there’s only one m-o-double b
cut the sh-t, you don’t want this trouble, g
we the ultimate 16-bar machine
get your dummy -ss dead
get your bummy -ss fed
to the vultures, we motherf-ckin’ hungry, yo
i know you pray we stop, but we ain’t done with you

- havoc lyrics

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