Uncut Raw

No need for Lato's, pure straight out Bolivia

Peru, uncut baby, what?

Life is a struggle

That's why *************s 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 thickin'

************* police and no remorse for the beasts

That's lost on the streets,

that pistol whip a priest for a crosspiece

I'm lost chief, runnin' through strips,

thinkin' of top dealers, fillin' TEC clips,

wit 'cop killers' that could stop gorillas

Shovin' a stubnose in buttholes, I'm nutso

Skitzo, clepto, killin' *************t up throughout the metro

My thug essence will always keep me plugged with drug inves*************ents

Sketch my reference, takin' papers considered preference

And violations will lead to kidnappin, decapitation

So what you're facin', is realism that's in 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, ***, drugs and grands

What? For my hype *************s (Uncut)

Trife *************s (Raw), 25-to-life *************s

This is as, pure as o***m

Purified for street players to open em

Space, like three els laced with coke in em

Shots awoken em, fake uniform jakes approachin' em

Six trips, to young clips and killers coachin' em

However though, fake ass *************s'll never know

Cuz my method's perfected

I'm movin' sceptic 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, cuz if I don't live to tell

Then ************* it, farewell

I'll see the rest of y'all *************s in hell

What? For my hype *************s (Uncut)

Trife *************s (Raw), 25-to-life *************s

So all my good fellas, h****n, coke and ************* sellers

What the ************* cats can't tell us,

if they ain't got bread to bail us?

Have 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, ************* the 4.....

Mother******s think we're playin', back em down

Holdin' *************s for hostages, what? What?