SHOW & A.G. - Raw As Ever lyrics

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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