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Uncut Raw - AZ

No need for Lato's,

pure straight out Bolivia

Peru, uncut baby, what?

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 thickin

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 thru 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 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 (Raw), 25-to-life niggas

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

Cos 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,

cos 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 (Raw), 25-to-life niggas

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 4.....

Motherfuckers think we're playin,

back em down

Holdin niggas for high stitches,

what? What?