Who cut ya?
Save the theatrics for the mattress
Nine bring it raw dog style with no practice
I mack this microphone like a ho 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 than a plan gone sour
Your power slippin thru your fingers like dimes and nickels
We got 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
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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
Anything else is uncivilized
In a world full of lies and alibies
Some men die for a piece of the pie
It's Uncivilized
So I try to stay hi stayin high of the la
It's keepin me from actin uncivilized
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 black and 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 Sade 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, graffiti 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
And 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
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