Uncivilized Lyrics - Nine

Who cut ya? 

Save the theatrics for the mattress. 

Nine bring it raw dog style with no practice. 

I mack this microphone like a hoe on the stroll. 

In total control of the soul. 

Any asshole can pull a gun the streets are full of fools 

I met smarter younger brothers in jails than in schools. 

Runnin his story about his glory, it bore me. 

And his territory, it don't do nothin for me. 

So fuck him and the horse that he's ridin 

I'm barely survivin, losin my breath 

Cause I'm drownin in sorrow. 

I seen a lot of pain with these two eyes of mine. 

That's why I write the rhymes that borderline on crime. 

I gotta make somethin or I gotta take somethin. 

Can't beat that... 

Fuck versace and rolex, I can't eat that. 

I need that green it seems to reign supreme. 

By any means, pens and papers on triple beams. 

Get rich schemes blow up in your face 

None taste worse that a plan gone sour 

Your power slippin thru your fingers like dimes and nickels. 

We go pistols 

U know where to shoot at, wherever the loot at. 

I don't break the law the law breaks me. 

I ain't sittin around waitin for the devil to come and take me. 

Don't shoot until u see the whites of they eyes 

Anything less would be uncivilized 

Chorus (x2) 

You know... in a world full of lies and alibies 

Some men die for a piece of the pie 

It's uncivilized 

So I strive to survive and keep my eyes on the prize 

(so I try to stay hi stayin high of the lie (2)) 

Anything else is uncivilized 

(it's keepin me from actin uncivilized (2)) 

I break the rules on my quest for the 12 jewels 

Believe in delf' bring stacks and green packs 

Need hats for jacks, camoflauge 

At least 2 gatts for when skies are grey 

Any day above ground is a good day, I'd say 

The way kids play nowadays, no hands 

They spray round my way 

I'm feelin like ja day and I'm runnin outta sad songs 

You fake, one mistake could leave u dead wrong 

Roll with the king, whoever that is 

See him in the corner of my eye 

But he dissappears like cigarette smoke 

In a cloud, then the rain comes, then the pain comes 

X marks the spot, graffitti marks the slums 

The chosen ones communicate with mathematics 

The new tactics set me free from all the dramatics. 

Keep it in my attic, that's where my brains at 

Keep it in the closet, yeah but keep it black 

Back up from the ropes if u can't float between notes 

Ane memorize them quotes that I toke from buddha smoke 

Hope ya brought your dictionary with ya 

Cause if u get the words, then u get the picture 

I hit ya because I love ya 

You're my people and I put noone above ya 

But if you're foul I bust ya 

It's time to be totally disrespectful to saint ives 

Part of the reason we're all uncivilized.