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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. Chorus (x2) Get This Ringtone

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