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Guaranteed Raw (Demo) (Explicit) (Demo|Soundtrack Version Amended)

The Notorious BIG2009年1月12日

Guaranteed Raw (Demo) (Explicit) (Demo|Soundtrack Version Amended) 歌詞

Chill Twan, damn, man

That ni**a Big got something to say?

Yo Big, what 'chu got to say Big?

 

Yeah, yeah, special shout out to my man

 

MC Homicide and DJ Fatal

Twin one and two, my man Milk

My man Fred Dawg, the OGB crew

Y'all know how we flow and

I'ma drop it like this y'all

Oh, what a feeling driving in my four by four

Girlies galore, BIG on the door

Chrome trimming with the smoke tint

Giving chumps a hit as I count my mint

Stacks of doves, half my mans is C-note

All from saying rhymes that BIG wrote

Blunt, I take a toke but only if it's weeds

Skunk with no seeds, a sip of Hennessy

Pass to D or maybe moving solo

 

Never with a skeezer by my side, that's a no, no

Tell me I ain't the flyest ni**a that you ever saw

Live in action, guaranteed raw

Who's coming through? Y'all know who

Bed-Stuy Brooklyn where this rapper was originated

Your rhymes ain't sh*t, they must be constipated

Many awaited, the heavyset brother from Fulton Street

To drop a rhyme to a funky beat

Expelling MC's as if I was at Sarah J

Or boys and girls at any school around the way

Opponents, pupils but I'm the principal

 

Hard to beat, damn near invincible

Niggaz wanna know how I live the mack life

Making money, smoking mics like crack pipes

Flipping bombs, staying calm, giving my people my palm

And saying rhymes to set off the alarm

Yes, it's me, the BIG

 

Competition ripper ever since thirteen

Used to steal clothes, was considered a thief

Until I started hustling on Fulton Street

Making loot, knocking boots on the regular

Pass the microphone, I'm the perfect competitor

Jewels and all that, my clothes is all that

Chumps stepping to me, that's where they took a fall at

BIG without burner, that's unheard of

I stay close to mine like Tina on Turner

Quick to smother, a punk motherf**ker

Undercover word to mother, I'm above ya

And I love ya 'cause you're a sweet b**ch

A crazy crab, you might make my dick itch

I flow looser than Luther, words ya get used to

BIG is a born trooper like ice cream I scoop ya

My music you wanna get loose to, stay pimp and I'm not a booster

 

So what 'cha got to say? This macking word is bond

There's no other assumption, I got it going on

 

I'm not conceited, my friends tell me this

Even my mother be nodding her head to this

Makes her proud to see her one son get loud

Flip on a sucker and bow to the crowd

Drink a little Hennessy, smoke a blunt or two or three or four

Live in action, guaranteed raw

Round two, the rhyme regulator here to roast ya

As ya follow this, yeah I gave a toast to ya crew

See, they popped on ya like a kernel

You didn't realize that the beef was eternal

 

Internal injury, that's what you're soon to see

BIG keep company

Sometimes in my waist if they come opponent

Run upstairs, change my skimmer and my coat

And I'm floating to your punk part of town

Anybody fronting they better duck down

Don't get mad 'cause I grazed ya

You jumped in that four-door Blazer

Quick, I couldn't get a good hit, sh*t I was aiming for the melon

But the kick of my three-pound auto there's no telling

Drink a little Hennessy, smoke a blunt or two or three or four

Live in action, guaranteed raw

And you don't stop and you don't stop

You keep on to my man Milk and Thai

Like I said before the whole OGB is in full effect

Most definitely, sent a shout on to the freestyle Born Allah

Yeah, that bum a** ni**a from Avenue