Uncut Raw Lyrics - Az

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 

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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 

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Trife niggas 

25-to-life niggas 

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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 

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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 

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Trife niggas 

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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 4, motherfuckers think we're playin', back 'em down 

Holdin' niggas for high stitches, what? What?