DJ PUNisha
The hard way (get all that, get all that)
Aye boogie whats up though
F*ck the otherside
Its a money thing
Word to mother
Hold on Ok I told my young nigga to hold this
He said OG if they move wrong, I might lose focus
Blow this heat with no flag on my face, so they know its me
Like Durant with the cannons out in OKC
Before the move
Hoe I was shining before the jewels
Doing numbers
Young was headlining them on the news
Trying not to lose my mind
I lost it anyway
Waist every slug in the 9
Imma toss this anyway (who want it?)
Now my waist line steaming
For shooting in an occupied dwelling for good reason
Like f*ck the otherside
Nothing changes, but nothing stays the f*cking same
The streets
The niggas
The prices
Just play the f*cking game
Your bars hella hard, but you aint living them
Real niggas recognize that weak facade you giving them
Me and Boogie the raw bass
The type to shoot it out after the car chase
Broad day
The hard way
The hard Way
Shoot it out in a car chase, broad day
Broad day
Broad day
Side
The hard Way
Me and Boogie the raw bass
The hard Way
AY!
Every word I utter, is guns and butter
Thats word to mother
Do like no other
Standing up
No need to slumber
Ducking undercovers, shit
You can ask about me
In the v
I was heavy with d
Overweight lover
I run it all
F*ck a over under
You talking shit to a f*cking plumber
You barking at a lumberjack with mac
And a backpack in the back of the ac
This is capital punishment muthaf*cka (DJ PUNisha)
F*ck we talking bout here
I am cochise
Jesus Christ in jeans around here
The kid so mean
Get it done on b around here
They made me walk with a cane, said I couldn't lean around here
Nigga
I move the whole thing around here, in all 8ths
First 48, cold case
Me and sick the raw bass
The type to shoot it out after the car chase
Broad day
The hard way
The hard Way
Me and Boogie the raw bass
The hard Way
Me and Boogie the raw bass
The hard Way
Me and Sico the raw bass
Car chase, broad day
The hard Way
Every word I utter
You can ask about me in the v
This for all of those
Standing on the corner in 17 degrees
Blowing in your hand for heat
The hard way
Boogie the raw bass
Sico the raw bass
For my niggas on Sunday to Sunday paper chase
No breaks or no brakes, I see you
The hard way
DJ Punisha - Raw Bass (feat. Boogie & Sic Mic) Lyrics
DJ Punisha - Raw Bass (feat. Boogie & Sic Mic) Lyrics
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DJ PUNisha
The hard way (get all that, get all that)
Aye boogie whats up though
F*ck the otherside
Its a money thing
Word to mother
Hold on Ok I told my young nigga to hold this
He said OG if they move wrong, I might lose focus
Blow this heat with no flag on my face, so they know its me
Like Durant with the cannons out in OKC
Before the move
Hoe I was shining before the jewels
Doing numbers
Young was headlining them on the news
Trying not to lose my mind
I lost it anyway
Waist every slug in the 9
Imma toss this anyway (who want it?)
Now my waist line steaming
For shooting in an occupied dwelling for good reason
Like f*ck the otherside
Nothing changes, but nothing stays the f*cking same
The streets
The niggas
The prices
Just play the f*cking game
Your bars hella hard, but you aint living them
Real niggas recognize that weak facade you giving them
Me and Boogie the raw bass
The type to shoot it out after the car chase
Broad day
The hard way
The hard Way
Shoot it out in a car chase, broad day
Broad day
Broad day
Side
The hard Way
Me and Boogie the raw bass
The hard Way
AY!
Every word I utter, is guns and butter
Thats word to mother
Do like no other
Standing up
No need to slumber
Ducking undercovers, shit
You can ask about me
In the v
I was heavy with d
Overweight lover
I run it all
F*ck a over under
You talking shit to a f*cking plumber
You barking at a lumberjack with mac
And a backpack in the back of the ac
This is capital punishment muthaf*cka (DJ PUNisha)
F*ck we talking bout here
I am cochise
Jesus Christ in jeans around here
The kid so mean
Get it done on b around here
They made me walk with a cane, said I couldn't lean around here
Nigga
I move the whole thing around here, in all 8ths
First 48, cold case
Me and sick the raw bass
The type to shoot it out after the car chase
Broad day
The hard way
The hard Way
Me and Boogie the raw bass
The hard Way
Me and Boogie the raw bass
The hard Way
Me and Sico the raw bass
Car chase, broad day
The hard Way
Every word I utter
You can ask about me in the v
This for all of those
Standing on the corner in 17 degrees
Blowing in your hand for heat
The hard way
Boogie the raw bass
Sico the raw bass
For my niggas on Sunday to Sunday paper chase
No breaks or no brakes, I see you
The hard way
The hard way (get all that, get all that)
Aye boogie whats up though
F*ck the otherside
Its a money thing
Word to mother
Hold on Ok I told my young nigga to hold this
He said OG if they move wrong, I might lose focus
Blow this heat with no flag on my face, so they know its me
Like Durant with the cannons out in OKC
Before the move
Hoe I was shining before the jewels
Doing numbers
Young was headlining them on the news
Trying not to lose my mind
I lost it anyway
Waist every slug in the 9
Imma toss this anyway (who want it?)
Now my waist line steaming
For shooting in an occupied dwelling for good reason
Like f*ck the otherside
Nothing changes, but nothing stays the f*cking same
The streets
The niggas
The prices
Just play the f*cking game
Your bars hella hard, but you aint living them
Real niggas recognize that weak facade you giving them
Me and Boogie the raw bass
The type to shoot it out after the car chase
Broad day
The hard way
The hard Way
Shoot it out in a car chase, broad day
Broad day
Broad day
Side
The hard Way
Me and Boogie the raw bass
The hard Way
AY!
Every word I utter, is guns and butter
Thats word to mother
Do like no other
Standing up
No need to slumber
Ducking undercovers, shit
You can ask about me
In the v
I was heavy with d
Overweight lover
I run it all
F*ck a over under
You talking shit to a f*cking plumber
You barking at a lumberjack with mac
And a backpack in the back of the ac
This is capital punishment muthaf*cka (DJ PUNisha)
F*ck we talking bout here
I am cochise
Jesus Christ in jeans around here
The kid so mean
Get it done on b around here
They made me walk with a cane, said I couldn't lean around here
Nigga
I move the whole thing around here, in all 8ths
First 48, cold case
Me and sick the raw bass
The type to shoot it out after the car chase
Broad day
The hard way
The hard Way
Me and Boogie the raw bass
The hard Way
Me and Boogie the raw bass
The hard Way
Me and Sico the raw bass
Car chase, broad day
The hard Way
Every word I utter
You can ask about me in the v
This for all of those
Standing on the corner in 17 degrees
Blowing in your hand for heat
The hard way
Boogie the raw bass
Sico the raw bass
For my niggas on Sunday to Sunday paper chase
No breaks or no brakes, I see you
The hard way
Writer: A Anderson, EL BEY MELCHIZEDER, GERALD MC CRAE
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid