作曲 : AZ
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, sex, drugs and grands
What? For my hype *************s (Uncut)
Trife *************s (Raw), 25-to-life *************s
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 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, heroin, 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?