AZ - Uncut Raw(1995)

[00:01.21] No need for Lato's
[00:03.52] Pure straight out Bolivia
[00:05.60] Peru, uncut baby, what?
[00:10.03] Fuck you
[00:10.45] Life is a struggle, that's why niggas I know stay on the juggle
[00:12.80] Some hustle to double, others hug you to mug you
[00:15.42] Poverty-stricken, they even turn a church kid into stickin'
[00:17.92] It seems sickenin', but what? Whatever makes the pockets thick in
[00:20.65] Fuck police and no remorse for the beasts
[00:22.82] That's lost on the streets, that pistol whip a priest for a crosspiece
[00:25.76] Some lost sheep, runnin' through strips, thinkin' of top dealers
[00:28.30] Fillin' Tek clips, wit 'cop killers' that could stop gorillas
[00:30.69] Shovin' a stubnose in buttholes, I'm nutso
[00:33.75] Skitzo, clepto, killin' shit up throughout the metro
[00:36.09] My thug essence will always keep me plugged with drug investments
[00:38.59] Sketch my reference, takin' papers considered preference
[00:41.05] And violations will lead to kidnappin', decapitation
[00:43.54] So what you're facin', is realism that's in the activation
[00:46.34] Livin' off land with five honeys playin' my hand
[00:48.74] Me and Fam, sippin' off Guinness stout and eatin' clams
[00:51.04] It's all part of plans, a vet chillin' in Tamps, West and Stans
[00:53.88] Outta state connect, slugs, sex, drugs and grands
[00:56.74] What? For my Height, niggas (uncut)
[00:58.61] Trife niggas
[00:59.97] 25-to-life niggas (raw)
[01:01.22] This is as pure as opium, purified for street players to open 'em
[01:04.52] Space, like three els laced with coke in 'em
[01:06.64] Shots awoken 'em, fake uniform takes the portion of
[01:09.56] Six trips, to young clips and killers coachin' 'em
[01:11.77] However though, fake ass niggas'll never know
[01:13.99] 'Cause my method's perfected, I'm movin' skeptic and never show
[01:16.78] I'm soon to blow, stack doe, lay on the low
[01:19.22] While I'm sippin' Cristal, I mess with Long Island and Moe
[01:21.92] A part of nature, me wan' acres in Jamaica
[01:24.48] Puffin' exotic trees without seeds rolled up in leaf paper
[01:27.48] So exhale, 'cause if I don't live to tell
[01:29.30] Then fuck it, if well, I'll see the rest of y'all niggas in hell
[01:32.50] What? For my Height, niggas (uncut)
[01:34.66] Trife niggas (uncut raw)
[01:35.53] 25-to-life niggas
[01:36.96] So all my good fellas, heroin, coke and weed sellers
[01:39.72] What the fuck Cats can tell us if they ain't got bread to bail us?
[01:42.75] Happy to survive, I haven't seen it all, Peter pay Paul
[01:45.25] From the connivers to the livest, they crack fool
[01:47.58] It's all war, the streets are filled up with guns galore
[01:50.37] Plenty young for war, gettin' their minds flunked and sore
[01:52.46] Yo dun, cock the four, motherfuckers think we're playin', back 'em down
[01:57.47] Holdin' niggas for high stitches, what? What?
[02:03.56] Chill, chill, chill
[02:04.92] Fuck that!...
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