Uncut Raw

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[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!