No need for Lato's, pure straight out Bolivia
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Peru, uncut baby, what?
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Life is a struggle, that's why niggas I know stay on the juggle
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Some hustle to double, others hug you to mug you
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Poverty-stricken, they even turn a church kid into stickin
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It seems sickenin, but what? Whatever makes the pockets thickin
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Fuck police and no remorse for the beasts
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that's lost on the streets, that pistol whip a priest for a crosspiece
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Some lost sheep, runnin thru strips, thinkin of top dealers
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Fillin Tek clips, wit 'cop killers' that could stop gorillas
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Shovin a stubnose in buttholes, I'm nutso
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skitzo, clepto, killin shit up throughout the metro
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My thug essence will always keep me plugged with drug investments
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Sketch my reference, takin papers considered preference
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And violations will lead to kidnappin, decapitation
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So what you're facin, is realism that's in activation
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Livin off land with five honeys playin my hand
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Me and fam, sippin off Guinness stout and eatin clams
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It's all part of plans, a vet chillin in Tamps, West and Stans
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Outta state connect, slugs, sex, drugs and grands
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Hook:
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What? For my Height niggas (Uncut)
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Trife niggas (Raw), 25-to-life niggas
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This is as, pure as opium, purified for street players to open em
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space, like three els laced with coke in em
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Shots awoken em, fake uniform takes the portion of
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six trips, to young clips and killers coachin em
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However though, fake ass niggas'll never know
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Cos my method's perfected, I'm movin sceptic and never show
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I'm soon to blow, stack doe, lay on the low
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While I'm sippin Cristal, I mess with Long Island and Moe
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A part of nature, me wan' acres in Jamaica
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Puffin exotic trees without seeds rolled up in leaf paper
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So exhale, cos if I don't live to tell
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then fuck it, if well, I'll see the rest of y'all niggas in hell
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Hook
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So all my good fellas, heroin, coke and weed sellers
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What the fuck cats can tell us if they ain't got bread to bail us?
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Happy to survive, I haven't seen it all, Peter pay Paul
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>From the connivers to the livest, they crack fool
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It's all war, the streets are filled up with guns galore
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Plenty young for war, gettin their minds flunked and sore
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Yo dun, cock the 4.....
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Motherfuckers think we're playin, back em down
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Holdin niggas for high stitches, what? What?
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Uncut Raw
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