Raw as Ever

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