Havoc - Uncut Raw lyrics

[Verse 1: Havoc] I'm my mother's first born, spawn to cause havoc Since a little n***a, I was drawn to automatics Buck me outta loot so the opposite will banish Scatter off the block guns hit them in the gra**es Asses to a**es, tell me where the racks is Burn this f**er down, and little kids playing with matches With a 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***as got to eat, point blank, period If we k**, you can't take it with you, it's nothing serious This is H, if you looking for him, n***a here he is I don't run from drama, I run to it Oh ya n***as wanna dance? I run to it Gun to it, n***a on the floor Like a tree when it's sub [?] it Did that, y'all n***as over let us do it, again And again [Hook: Havoc x2] Give you more for what you bargin' for Crack these n***a's a** like a hardwood floor b**h can't tell me sh**, but on all fours n***as know what it is, it's that uncut raw I'm raw [Verse 2: Prodigy] Okay, now 2013, nothing changed but the clothes fit Grown man sh**, n***as trying to f** my old b**h The coldest flow in hip-hop, Mobb Deep got it Throw me on a Havoc beat, and I will teach [?] You just speak valiant, you not a threat To the safety of H and P make that a bet We out in war soar, [?] Quebec It's just a slight delay, cause [?] on my dick Made me have to f** you up and sit back down For another few years, y'all n***as is clowns It's the one and only Infamous notorious Gang from New York that last for so long It's not even making no sense Perpetual burns, these new rappers upset They can't get it turning When they do get a second of fame It happens so fast, you can't even remember their names, f** 'em [Hook: Havoc x2] [Verse 3: Havoc] R-A-W, I'm not a terrorist, but here to bring trouble to Anybody who thinking it's sweet, you get your sweet tooth Pulled the f** out, the fear you see through Racks in little brown paper bags like I'm eating chips Straight gun talk, n***a I don't even riff Shooters on deck, n***as that you see me with Show you better than I can tell you, best believe it kid [Verse 4: Prodigy] Outside of hip-hop, they not no monsters They lying to their fans, faking like they mobsters There's only one M-O-double B Cut the sh**, you don't want this trouble, G We the ultimate 16-bar machine Get your dummy a** dead Get your bummy a** fed To the vouchers, we motherf**in' hungry, yo I know you pray we stop, but we ain't done with you [Hook: Havoc x2]