[Verse 1]

Since I been peein' straight, striaght crime's been my mindstate

Proud to be a petty thief ever since four feet

But I make dis records so rappers would have to advance

And stop wearin' the same corny watches and leather pants

Psych, I don't give a fuck, rock your ice

Just don't step out of line or you'll get rocked by Dice

I toured around the world like Tina and Ike

Brought the house down in Sicily and Milan

Fucked all types of women 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 like you bow down like Ice Cube

Women, I make 'em feel like they gave birth to God

Grip 'em by their pigtails, make 'em slurp the rod

Catch a Mack-11 slug with a pair of chopsticks

Cut a priest off at the funeral to rock shit



[Chorus]

Nigga I'm the real Raw, all y'all others be fakin'

Tryin' to gain fame off the name I'm makin'

Talkin' all that shit like you can get some

You just a sucka, you can't get a fuckin' crumb

Man I'm the real Raw, all y'all others be fakin'

Tryin' to gain fame off the name I'm makin'

Talkin' all that shit like you can get some

You just a sucka, and can't get a fuckin' crumb



[Verse 2]

I ain't lettin' niggas rap no more without my approval or stamp

I'm drunk on power, I don't feel the weed or the champ'

Voices like a million watts pumpin' out, goin' amped

Hit niggas bang pow to the moon like Ralph Kramp

Once I'm there, carve the moon into a pair of dice

Or put a star in a jelly jar and use it for a night light

Give it to my daughter, bomb your headquarters

It's Dic