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Dice Raw The End Of Your World

With a Walkman on, high on Anthrax If your question "Where them raw niggas?", here's your answer Girls (pick up the panties), aiyyo thugs (get out your

like your sister and mom Ask around your breakfast table, you'll say "Raw's the bomb" Slow down son, you can't go one round with Dice, dude I make clowns

master plan how to blast your man Gettin lyrical, fightin your feelin deep in your mental Like a pencil all in your brain, killin your spiritual The original

a routine Throw dice with the neighbours, never know which one I'm rollin with (Say what?) Keep your friends close but keep your enemies closest There

I love it when you make your knees touch your elbows, boom boom Let me in now, there it go I love it when you make your knees touch your elbows, boom

streets open up and suck you in Bad luck is when you throw dice and nuttin wins And everything you put your hands on be crumblin And when everything you

plan how to blast your man Gettin lyrical, fightin your feelin deep in your mental Like a pencil all in your brain, killin your spiritual The original

They rob, steal and cheat it ain't a game no more Your own friend'd hit you with the flames from the four Get you for your stash, leave your brains on

's a routine Throw dice with the neighbours, never know which one I'm rollin with (Say what?) Keep your friends close but keep your enemies closest There