Hip-hop is raw as ever
And it`s reflected in the streets that`s raw as ever
And it`s a western, my little man`s 11, carry nines for protection
Rock the heavy shit along with the butter, Pelle Pelle shit
Said he get his ones from number runners and dice runners
For a kid so much younger, that`s some heavy shit
For sure, shorty`s lifestyle is quite raw
He been doing his thing since the year before
He claim he don`t seing no more, the game will kill him
But his game is still aiming for a million, I feel you
But check me, I`m trying to eat this meal, too
And those that shitted, peep they grill when I peel, too
And it`ll remain on my brain just like pictures
Or photos of naked bitches, or all those that I gave the business
His lifestyle`s a sickness, told him how to witness alive
To testify against these streets
He flipped the script, said God, what`s up with the rhymes and beats?
Last album was banging, but these crabs fell asleep
And since we on the topic of hip-hop, these nondescript niggas got
This rap shit hotter than hot
Is it a plot or not? I said, Who knows? Anyways
We blaze the chocs for poppa and pop, they say that
Hip-hop is raw as ever
And it`s reflected in the streets that`s raw as ever
Cause it`s a western, the music is dirty cause the streets is unclean
Little lady, 16, flip styles like mixed greens
She`s out for the cream and the power, shit is real
She back up drills on the school hours
And after that, she transport the crack in her knapsack
And where`s this ever going to lead? I meant to ask her that
But she won`t listen, they got her wilding and fipping
Plus they got her giving up the nappy kitten
Body banging like the frame on an Expedition
Plus she`s dipped, so if your game ain`t tight, she`ll catch you slipping
At first the young earth did it for her seed
But now she turned into the first part, now she does it for greed
I told her, we need the sister to make the mister
I dropped a jewel to uplift her, and she claimed I dissed her
Hip-hop is raw as ever
And it`s reflected in the streets that`s give the feedback, believe that
I`ve seen that on these back streets, my fat speech
Got me slipping through the cracks plus track backs on mad fix
Victor fell in, so I tell him leave the crime alone
Strictly yelling never leave the rhyme alone
Let your mind zone, but if not, I`m laying low with shit cocked
Playing no games, I want more albums than Kris got
Hip-hop is raw as ever
But it`s reflecting the streets that`s raw as ever, cause it`s a western
Hip-hop is raw as ever
But it`s reflecting the streets that`s raw as ever, no question
