Raw - Gudda Gudda, Jae Millz, Mack Maine

Jae Millz:

Yo

Hey, yo I heard your coach scream we can’t stop em, we gotta injure em

Nigga off top I goes in like I’m entering

Young Money red devils all we do is win and then

Get our Michael Phelps on with these bitches yeah we swim in them

Showing off this man enjoy, scrubs can’t stand this boy

If they don’t leave they hood then I’m coast to coast like Brandon Roy

And that internet dissin I ain’t got the energy

Cuz niggas is tough talkers with queer tendencies

Fuck the kid shit im grown and bout my dollars

So Ima play Sabathia and you go play Posada

Catch this fuckin heat I’m throwing at your fuckin collar

And tell Big L I got em once we reach the heavenly father

Nigga I rep that up-town, call me Mr. harlem

My flow monumental like Madison Square Garden

My bitch will air your squadrant, nigga I beg your pardon

Don’t get the rest of your motherfuckin kids darkened, Millz!

Gudda Gudda:

Uhhh, yeah

I grab the mic and O.D.

like I’m free basing

And we control shit, like free masons

Oh you a bold bitch, a lot of E taken

I pita roll shit, a lot of teeth aching

Leave the scene vacant, Young Money cavemen

Ice on the rims, so we leave skatin

Neck full of gold, wrist full of glitter and

When we leave all the hoes follow like twitter

Flow sour type bitter, I’m a different type nigga

Stomp niggas out yeah we typewrite a nigga, then

Put em to bed yeah we night night a nigga, I’m

Over your head like the zyguise nigga, I could

Get you brain for the right price nigga

Cuz these boys is pussy like pie spice nigga, I

Steam and cook em like hot rice nigga

Misery with the gullotine chop dice niggas, uhhh

Mack Maine:

Bitch I’m Mack Maine, uh

You are now tuned in to one of realist to do this shit

I spit proverbs, they spit foolishness

I spit the truth and shit, they spittin tall tales

If life’s a test, I pass and yall all fail

I bring you all hell, my words should be written in red

A psychic came up to me one day and this what he said

He said «Jermaine, on the mic, I can tell you nice

You touch hearts, you might be the second coming of Christ.»

I said «No Blasphemy» and proceeded to some other shit

Like put my rubber on and holla «Fuck the government!»

Respect my mind motherfucka, I’m a rider

As long as I’m alive ain’t no law that I abide by

Fuck a drive, by we walk up and squeeze to get paid

This game ain’t the same, Pac turning in his grave

If I dont make it to the top I know Gudda will

And I’mma help him call the shots, welcome to guddaville!