Raw Street Fury

Yeah, yeah

Check the frequency Ninety-five style

Representing... Step to the mic and your whole frame shatters I spit

the raw truth, nothing else fucking matters You talking big money but

your bank accounts dry One verse from the master makes your whole

clique cry I'm the king of the asphalt,

ruler of the block While you're clocking out early,

I am locking down the dock

This is the realness,

we don't play no games (no games) Burn your little empire down

to ashes and flames If you want the smoke,

better bring the whole crew Because we stepping on anybody trying to

get through

Your style is outdated,

your punchlines are weak I'm the nightmare walking every time that I

speak You fake-ass hustlers better run for the door I leave your

weak rhymes bleeding out on the floor (bitch) No radio edits,

this is straight from the gut Got the whole crowd chanting when

I make the final cut

This is the realness,

we don't play no games (no games)

Burn your little empire down to ashes and flames If you want

the smoke, better bring the whole crew Because we stepping on anybody

trying to get through

Yeah

That's how we wrap it up

Ninety-five style, never fading out

Just dusty wax and real talk Peace...