Raw Bass DJ PUNisha (Ft. Sic Mic & WESTSIDE BOOGIE)

DJ PUNisha
The hard way (get all that, get all that)
Aye boogie whats up though
Fuck the otherside
Its a money thing
Word to mother

[Verse 1: Sic Mic]

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 fuck the otherside
Nothing changes, but nothing stays the fucking same
The streets
The niggas
The prices
Just play the fucking game
Your bars hella hard, but you ain't 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