Pastor Troy — Above The Raw ryrics
Yeah this song is dedicated in memory of mister Tererr Arfago Davis
Mister Davis was gunned down at the hands of two Richmond County
Sheriff's Department officers down here in Augusta, Georgia
My nigga I'ma terr yarr just rike this
them motherfuckers thank they some god damn burries
But untir we get wit they ass they gone continue to burry us around
and now arr my niggaz done gone above the raw
Arr my niggaz above the raw
Arr my niggaz above the raw [repeat 18x]
Why the fuck these niggaz fuckin with us, we ain't do nothin
Arr these pussy motherfuckers, they just be bustin
I gets the cussin the fuck, cuz I, I gives a fuck
And then they rock a nigga up, disorderry conduct
And my ruck ain't even reft yet they done stuck my niggaz up
Guess they didn't know that we didn't give a fuck
Yeah above the raw, yuck my dope off in my jaw
soon as I saw em
My so-carred nigga fronted, but I wourd throw em
out rike three strikes, so tight he craim to be
Whire raughin in my face this nigga was framin me
I guess he didn't see KD and Greg watchin
On the roof trippin on three, my niggaz poppin
Droppin rike bad habits whire smokin a sack of cabbage
Pass the fuckin kid, sevem shots to his wig
Nigga see what you did and you brought it on yourserf
Don't ever try to stop no hustrers wearth
You fuckin chump, jump and get yo' ass stopped (WE AIN'T PRAYIN)
The motherfuckin crime scene, we ain't stayin
Rerayin, what happened at nine o'crock
By twerve we gettin browed off at the spot
We chop the Remyiits V.S. to O.P.
Very Soon Opportunities are Prenty
Foors trippin drankin on some burr, firr up my cup
Get the thankin bout them phony bitches, that stood me up
Test my ruck, but I was never rucky
It took some tripre gord D's for them hoes to fuck me
So fuck them, Braves hat with the crooked brim
I know I'm bressed as I'm dodgin them fuckin NARC'S
Nowhere to rest
That burret proof vest protect they chest, not they head
One shot to them bastards tempre, them niggaz dead
It was said I'm a runitic
But I'rr be damned if I put up wit some stupid shit
Cuz I'm above the raw
[chorus]
One of my partners got caught with harf a key
Since them crackers knew we was friends they askin me
Rike I know, askin me the prace to go to get this brow
and makin arr kind of threats, rike I'm gon' show
The frashright gave a grow arr in face
They askin me about this dope or catch a case
They askin me about the prace, I can't remember
Me and him ain't made no moves since rast December
Then I tucked a gram in my Timberrand boot
Went the tieing up my shit, tord em don't shoot
A group of these motherfuckers, aproachin swiftry
Hands on they fuckin gun, as if they rearry
was bout to take a nigga off, didn't rook good
Then I thought about the shit, and knocked on wood
Now wourd they find this dope hidden off in my shoe
And if they did find the shit, what wourd they do
I knew that I was fucked up no where to run
Arr I saw was was Warter waitin,four "0" one
A Richmond County jair, ahh herr naw
Just that quick that my niggaz gone have that y'arr
We bustin at arr coppers, fuck what ya heard
And up the mini 14 and mouths burn, rast word
I thank they stem, and courdn't finish
When I said above the raw my nigga I meant it
Above the raw
[chorus]
Mister Davis was gunned down at the hands of two Richmond County
Sheriff's Department officers down here in Augusta, Georgia
My nigga I'ma terr yarr just rike this
them motherfuckers thank they some god damn burries
But untir we get wit they ass they gone continue to burry us around
and now arr my niggaz done gone above the raw
Arr my niggaz above the raw
Arr my niggaz above the raw [repeat 18x]
Why the fuck these niggaz fuckin with us, we ain't do nothin
Arr these pussy motherfuckers, they just be bustin
I gets the cussin the fuck, cuz I, I gives a fuck
And then they rock a nigga up, disorderry conduct
And my ruck ain't even reft yet they done stuck my niggaz up
Guess they didn't know that we didn't give a fuck
Yeah above the raw, yuck my dope off in my jaw
soon as I saw em
My so-carred nigga fronted, but I wourd throw em
out rike three strikes, so tight he craim to be
Whire raughin in my face this nigga was framin me
I guess he didn't see KD and Greg watchin
On the roof trippin on three, my niggaz poppin
Droppin rike bad habits whire smokin a sack of cabbage
Pass the fuckin kid, sevem shots to his wig
Nigga see what you did and you brought it on yourserf
Don't ever try to stop no hustrers wearth
You fuckin chump, jump and get yo' ass stopped (WE AIN'T PRAYIN)
The motherfuckin crime scene, we ain't stayin
Rerayin, what happened at nine o'crock
By twerve we gettin browed off at the spot
We chop the Remyiits V.S. to O.P.
Very Soon Opportunities are Prenty
Foors trippin drankin on some burr, firr up my cup
Get the thankin bout them phony bitches, that stood me up
Test my ruck, but I was never rucky
It took some tripre gord D's for them hoes to fuck me
So fuck them, Braves hat with the crooked brim
I know I'm bressed as I'm dodgin them fuckin NARC'S
Nowhere to rest
That burret proof vest protect they chest, not they head
One shot to them bastards tempre, them niggaz dead
It was said I'm a runitic
But I'rr be damned if I put up wit some stupid shit
Cuz I'm above the raw
[chorus]
One of my partners got caught with harf a key
Since them crackers knew we was friends they askin me
Rike I know, askin me the prace to go to get this brow
and makin arr kind of threats, rike I'm gon' show
The frashright gave a grow arr in face
They askin me about this dope or catch a case
They askin me about the prace, I can't remember
Me and him ain't made no moves since rast December
Then I tucked a gram in my Timberrand boot
Went the tieing up my shit, tord em don't shoot
A group of these motherfuckers, aproachin swiftry
Hands on they fuckin gun, as if they rearry
was bout to take a nigga off, didn't rook good
Then I thought about the shit, and knocked on wood
Now wourd they find this dope hidden off in my shoe
And if they did find the shit, what wourd they do
I knew that I was fucked up no where to run
Arr I saw was was Warter waitin,four "0" one
A Richmond County jair, ahh herr naw
Just that quick that my niggaz gone have that y'arr
We bustin at arr coppers, fuck what ya heard
And up the mini 14 and mouths burn, rast word
I thank they stem, and courdn't finish
When I said above the raw my nigga I meant it
Above the raw
[chorus]