Lyrics:
On the third day of October, boys, I did set sail from there.
To the garrison at Amherstburg I quickly would repair
With Captain Maxwell and his wife and kids
Maxwell was in the land of sin kidnapping kids
Hold up let me talk about it
These pedophiles are men in suit and ties but you don't really want to talk
that bitch
Real estate, both houses on my wrist, yeah
Criss-cross my rim, Chrome Heart on my pants
Ten carat my earrings, them uncut gems
Jim Carrey
Rap's like jazz, its about the words you don't say
Surgical precision, got the gloves on like oj
Styles are raw, uncut like cocaine
Imma pull up with
uncut
Hennessey cup
Take a sip or gulp
Melanin pop
You a gem uncut
Hennessey cup
Take a sip or gulp
This your body mogbe
Hennessey oshe
Turn around rotate
If you've spent all your
Cash by a Tuesday night
And backed into a tree
'Cos you thought
You're in drive
Kept somebody
Waiting once or twice
Filled
Maxwell]
Here comes the Puba and you know I won't fake it
Usually bust records on gettin butt naked
Made for the Benzi, drive a nigga skins he
pump
Dziewięćdziesiąte jak miałeś nabitkę za piątkę
I hustlowałeś by mieć nabitkę na koncert
Miałem zawsze marker i przetarte baggy
Na łbie czapkę Starter
nothin, we untouched,
one-hundred percent pure shit, uncut.
(Chorus x2)
Suave House, No Limit soldiers (x8)
(Eightball)
Real playaz,
"Pure, uncut"
Yo find the S, shine on my neck
Nine in my Guess a dime chasin my body
(what) pourin wine on my chest
My brown eyes reflect the drama
town with a hardcore band
Headlights shining on the beach
Left my money in a Maxwell's coffee can
Down by the cemetery gates
When I walk into your
know that convo nigga
Get that weed and white, want you a combo nigga
Checkmate with the sticks, identify by your kicks
Welcome home to Skinner, already
Maxwell]
Here comes the Puba and you know I won't fake it
Usually bust records on gettin butt naked
Made for the Benzi, drive a nigga skins he
pump
it
Come through the storm battered and torn but uncut by any knife
Livin' this LA life
Livin' this LA life
Looking at the city as it lives and breathes
the parchment
Bars stay classic as a Super Mario cartridge
He left her bleeding on the street surrounded by a crowd of gawkers
Bizzy G perceive the crime scene
know that convo nigga
Get that weed and white, want you a combo nigga
Checkmate with the sticks, identify by your kicks
Welcome home to Skinner, already
two i'm so far ahead of you
You actin' up i'll smack you, no waitin
Just keep actin' up till I get off probation
The pure uncut raw
The sewer you want
Show you what’s real give you something to feel
All the homies know the deal, mami what’s the deal!?
This be that raw, be that uncut, that purified real
falling for you
In the Ogden park
Where we chilled on the uncut yard
Girl I swear it was like a dream
Almost make believe
By the Parkway Trail
When I
Me and Maxwell used to play on the farm
We'd ride the cows and chase the cats in the barn
It was fun
While it lasted
Me and Olivia would run holding
off my dead list
Wooh sheesh
Im hot shit
Bitch done made me dig inside my pocket
For that hot shit bitches aint ready fo'
Coming at you real raw uncut
Real bad bitch don’t talk to much
Two tone diamonds watch them bust
You come to close you might get cut
Ruler clips this shit uncut we
Light him up
Stitched to me from birth
By the light of my worth
Yeah here I am
Still blood
Runnin' in my veins
On a patched wrist, uncut
I'm finally out of the dark
Happy
The way that booty bouncing got me in the mood
Show and tell
She showing off
She got some to prove
B.E.T uncut these bitches getting nude
I done got her wet
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