Uncut Raw
[Intro]
No need for lactose, pure straight out Bolivia, Peru
Uncut, baby, what?!
(Fuck you!)
[Verse 1]
Life is a struggle! That's why niggas I know stay on the juggle
Some hustle to double, others hug you then mug you
Poverty-stricken, they even turn a church kid into stickin'
It seems sickenin', but what! Whatever makes the pockets thicken
Fuck police! Ain't no remorse for the beast
That's lost on the streets
They'll pistol-whip a priest for a crosspiece
I'm lost, chief, runnin' through strips, thinkin' of top dealers
Fillin' TEC clips with cop-killers that could stop gorillas
Shovin' a stub-nose in buttholes, I'm nutso, schizo', klepto'
Killin' shit up throughout the metro
My thug essence'll always keep me plugged with drug investments
Sketch my reference, takin' papers considered preference
And violations will lead to kidnappin', decapitation
So what you're facin' is realism that's into activation
Livin' off land with five honeys playin' my hand
Me and fam sippin' off Guinness stout and eatin' clams
It's all part of plans, a vet chillin' in Tamps, West and Stans
Out-of-state connects, slugs, sex, drugs and grands
[Refrain]
What?! For my hype niggas (Uncut)
Trife niggas (Raw), 25-to-life niggas
[Verse 2]
This is as pure as opium
Purified for street players to open 'em
Spaced like three L's laced with coke in 'em
Shots awoken 'em, fake-uniform Jakes approachin' 'em
Six trips for young cliques and killers coachin' 'em
However though, fake ass niggas'll never know
'Cause my method's perfected, I'm movin' skeptic and never show
I'm soon to blow, stack doe, lay on the low
While I'm sippin' Cristal, I mess with Long Island and Mo'
A part of nature, me wan' acres in Jamaica
Puffin' exotic trees without seeds rolled up in leaf paper
So exhale, 'cause if I don't live to tell
Then fuck it! Farewell, I'll see the rest of y'all niggas in Hell
[Refrain]
What?! For my hype niggas (Uncut)
Trife niggas (Raw), 25-to-life niggas (Yeah)
[Verse 3]
So all my goodfellas, hero'n, coke and weed sellers
What the fuck cats can't tell us if they ain't got bread to bail us?
Have to survive, I done seen it all, Peter pay Paul
From the connivers to the livest, they crack for
It's all war, the streets are filled up with guns galore
Trainin' young for war, gettin' their minds flung for sure
[Outro]
Yo, dun! Cock the four!
Motherfuckers think we're playin', back 'em down
Holdin' niggas for hostages, what?! What?!
Chill, chill, chill!
Fuck that!