Uncut Raw

No need for Lato's Pure straight out Bolivia Peru, uncut baby, what? Fuck you Life is a struggle, that's why niggas I know stay on the juggle Some hustle to double, others hug you to mug you Poverty-stricken, they even turn a church kid into stickin' It seems sickenin', but what? Whatever makes the pockets thick in Fuck police and no remorse for the beasts That's lost on the streets, that pistol whip a priest for a crosspiece Some lost sheep, runnin' through strips, thinkin' of top dealers Fillin' Tek clips, wit 'cop killers' that could stop gorillas Shovin' a stubnose in buttholes, I'm nutso Skitzo, clepto, killin' shit up throughout the metro My thug essence will 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 in the 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 Outta state connect, slugs, sex, drugs and grands What? For my Height, niggas (uncut) Trife niggas 25-to-life niggas (raw) This is as pure as opium, purified for street players to open 'em Space, like three els laced with coke in 'em Shots awoken 'em, fake uniform takes the portion of Six trips, to young clips 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 Moe 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, if well, I'll see the rest of y'all niggas in hell What? For my Height, niggas (uncut) Trife niggas (uncut raw) 25-to-life niggas So all my good fellas, heroin, coke and weed sellers What the fuck Cats can tell us if they ain't got bread to bail us? Happy to survive, I haven't seen it all, Peter pay Paul From the connivers to the livest, they crack fool It's all war, the streets are filled up with guns galore Plenty young for war, gettin' their minds flunked and sore Yo dun, cock the four, motherfuckers think we're playin', back 'em down Holdin' niggas for high stitches, what? What? Chill, chill, chill Fuck that!...