Band Members:
Vocals/Guitar- Clark Walker
Guitar- Josh Thompson
Drums- Dru Hobbs
Bass- Buck Gillispie
Guitar- Josh Smith
Uncut Raw
A.Z. Lyrics
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What
Spit what man
Man I don't know where that shit be comin' from dawg for real
Ain't no fuckin' rapper man
Sixteen
I don't know Jay
If you don't believe me then
Who you know who can spit till he pop the real
Never thought about rappin' 'til he coped his deal
I really held down my block for real
All I do is crack rock and how to pop the steel
How to box niggas in where they can barely move
Roll wit straight thugs never scary dudes
Keep bodies on them guns and we share our tools
Deuce one ball for Philly like Larry Hughes
Keep the desert eagle wit the beam tucked by the scrotum
Get locked in jail run a block sell open
Mind went to jail I get dro el's roll 'em
Rookie nigga clippin' niggas like L Odom
I got dough I choose not to spend it
Catch me in Avis and Budget in somethin' rented
Long as the windows tented (I don't give a fuck)
I'm in it
I was holdin' wit music rollin' in the gold infinite
[Jay-Z]
We keep it raw & uncut for all the niggas and hoes
The first time you sniff it
It might hurt your nose
But only the strong survive and that's how life goes
But nigga this is the life you chose ya heard me
[Beanie]
We keep it raw & uncut for all the niggas and hoes
The first time you sniff it
It might hurt your nose
But only the strong survive and thats how life goes
Thats just the life we chose
[Jay-Z]
We don't complain thats just how it be
I shuffle back against the ropes like Ali
I hustle through the alley through the valley of the death
And I never play fair in the eyes of the ref
Fuck it give me a tech and I'll come back right
Can't go inside the game ain't got enough strikes
Come at me wrong I'll come at you the same
Come at me sideways I'll come blastin' your brains
Come at me direct and I'll come back wit names
I'm hot like boilin' water, I'll come back wit cane
[Jay-Z]
Keep it raw and uncut for all the bitches and hoes
The first time you sniff it
It might hurt your nose
[Beanie]
But only the strong survive and thats how life goes
I know I'm outta control
Me and jay same track you gotta be kiddin'
Its like that nigga Jordan, I'm Scottie Pippen
Its like Magic, Worthy
Parish, Bird and
Stockton, Malone shit
Who gonna stop and hold this
Game like Doc and Moses
Full court press and the rock control this
[Beanie]
We keep it raw and uncut for all the niggas and hoes
The first time you sniff it
It might hurt your nose
But only the strong survive and thats how life goes
Thats just the life we chose
[Jay-Z]
We keep it raw and uncut for all the niggas and hoes
The first time you sniff it
It might hurt your nose
But only the strong survive and that's how life goes
But nigga this is the life you chose ya heard me
[Beanie]
I use to catch that train and snatch that chain
Do anything for a game to catch some change
Whether it was shootin' the dice or clappin' the gauge
I was a nigga wit a strong arm like Satchel Paige
I'm tellin' you dawg I'm the wrong one to fuck wit at all
I'm the type that'll set a broad day in the mall
Up in glocks wit body shops takin' a fall
Fuck you cock swats feds and all
[Jay-Z]
No no no homie, I didn't say I could hit you wit dirty o's
But I said if I can supply 30 of those
Ding ding homie come holla at the kingpin
The gods are reapal, the Carters is lethal
Hang wit psychotic people who like so fuck niggas
Came up singin' that god was evils
Slang Heron to cats is like revolvin' a eagle
And I blew to the point I bought cars for the people
[Jay-Z]
We keep it raw & uncut for all the niggas and hoes
The first time you sniff it
It might hurt your nose
But only the strong survive and that's how life goes
But nigga this is the life you chose ya heard me
[Beanie]
We keep it raw & uncut for all the niggas and hoes
The first time you sniff it
It might hurt your nose
But only the strong survive and thats how life goes
Thats just the life we chose
[Jay-Z]
Sigel, Sigel y'all
Jigga, Jigga y'all
What
Nah homie, I can't take your take demo
I don't got no pockets
What
Nah man
The lyrics of A.Z.'s song "Uncut Raw" paint a vivid picture of life in the streets where survival is paramount. The first lines depict the rawness and purity of drugs sourced from Bolivia and Peru with no need for additives like lactose. The lines "life is a struggle" and "some hustle to double, others hug you to mug you" emphasize the struggle in the hood. Poverty and lack of opportunities force people to engage in criminal activities to make ends meet. The disdain for law enforcement and their role in the community is highlighted in the line "fuck police and no remorse for the beasts." The reference to "top dealers" and "cop killers" portrays the dangerous and ruthless nature of drug kingpins. The lyrics shed light on the consequences of violating the code that governs the streets, and the line: "So what you’re facing is realism that's in activation" warns against going against the street code.
The chorus repeats the phrase "uncut raw" and acknowledges the street hustlers and the criminals who live a life where the line between freedom and captivity is thin. The imagery "as pure as opium, purified for street players to open em," further illustrates the potency of the drugs being sold in the streets.
The final section is a call to action to those who live by the street code. The reference to "good fellas, heroin, coke, and weed sellers" is a nod to the camaraderie and brotherhood that exists in the drug game. The rap highlights the importance of having resources and connections to stay ahead in the game, and "plenty young for war, gettin their minds flunked and sore" shows how impressionable youth are turning towards the drug game.
Line by Line Meaning
No need for Lactose's, pure straight out Bolivia
We don't need any cutting agents, we want the pure cocaine straight from Bolivia
Peru, uncut baby, what?
We also want uncut cocaine from Peru
Life is a struggle, that's why niggas I know stay on the juggle
Life is difficult, and that's why the people I know survive by hustling
Some hustle to double, others hug you to mug you
Some people hustle to make more money, others pretend to be friendly to steal from you
Poverty-stricken, they even turn a church kid into stickin
People who are poor may even turn a religious child into participating in criminal activities
It seems sickenin, but what? Whatever makes the pockets thickin
It may seem awful, but people will do what they have to do to make money
Fuck police and no remorse for the beasts
I hate the police and have no sympathy for people who behave badly
That's lost on the streets, that pistol whip a priest for a crosspiece
People who are lost on the streets may even attack a priest to steal something valuable
I'm lost chief, runnin through strips, thinkin of top dealers
I am confused, running through neighborhoods, thinking of high-level drug dealers
Fillin Tek clips, wit 'cop killers' that could stop gorillas
I fill my gun with bullets that can kill cops as easily as they could kill a gorilla
Shovin a stubnose in buttholes, I'm nutso
I am crazy and may even stick a gun in someone's butt
Skitzo, clepto, killin shit up throughout the metro
I am schizophrenic, I steal things, and I cause chaos throughout the city
My thug essence will always keep me plugged with drug investments
My identity as a thug will always keep me connected to drug deals and investments
Sketch my reference, takin papers considered preference
I sketch out my plans and carefully choose which deals to invest in
And violations will lead to kidnappin, decapitation
If someone does something wrong, they may be kidnapped and killed
So what you're facin, is realism that's in activation
The situation you are in is the harsh reality that is unfolding
Livin off land with five honeys playin my hand
I'm living off the land with five women catering to my needs
Me and fam, sippin off Guinness stout and eatin clams
My family and I are drinking Guinness and eating clams
It's all part of plans, a vet chillin in Tamps, West and Stans
This is all part of my plan, as a veteran chilling in Tamps, West, and Stans
Outta state connect, slugs, sex, drugs and grands
I have connections outside of the state and am involved in illegal activities such as using guns, having sex, selling drugs, and making money
This is as, pure as opium, purified for street players to open em
This cocaine is as pure as opium, carefully purified for street dealers to sell
Space, like three els laced with coke in em
The feeling we get is like the high of three ecstasy pills laced with cocaine
Shots awoken em, fake uniform takes the portion of
Gunfire woke them up, and the fake cop took some of the drugs
Six trips, to young clips and killers coachin em
It took six trips to teach the young drug dealers how to kill
However though, fake ass niggas'll never know
Fake people will never understand the real struggles of being involved in criminal activities
Cos my method's perfected, I'm movin sceptic and never show
My plan is well crafted, and I move carefully and discreetly
I'm soon to blow, stack doe, lay on the low
I'm about to become very successful, amass wealth, and lay low
While I'm sippin Cristal, I mess with Long Island and Moe
While I'm drinking Cristal champagne, I also use drugs like Long Island and Moe
A part of nature, me wan' acres in Jamaica
I am a part of nature and want to own acres of land in Jamaica
Puffin exotic trees without seeds rolled up in leaf paper
I am smoking rare and exotic marijuana that doesn't have seeds and is rolled in leaf paper
So exhale, cos if I don't live to tell
Exhale and enjoy this moment, because I may not live to tell the tale
Then fuck it, farewell, I'll see the rest of y'all niggas in hell
If I don't make it, oh well, I'll see the rest of you in hell
So all my good fellas, heroin, coke and weed sellers
I address all of my fellow drug dealers who sell heroin, cocaine, and marijuana
What the fuck cats can't tell us if they ain't got bread to bail us?
Why should we listen to people who don't have the money to bail us out if we get arrested?
Happy to survive, I haven't seen it all, Peter pay Paul
I'm happy to survive, but I know that I haven't seen everything yet and that I may need to make sacrifices to continue getting by
From the connivers to the livest, they crack fool
From the sneaky drug dealers to the most daring ones, they are all fools for dealing crack
It's all war, the streets are filled up with guns galore
It's a war out there, with many guns on the streets
Plenty young for war, gettin their minds flunked and sore
Many young people are getting involved in this war and are suffering mentally and physically
Yo dun, cock the 4
Hey man, load your gun
Motherfuckers think we're playin, back em down
People think we're joking around, but we're not and will confront them
Holdin niggas for hostages, what? What?
We will even take people hostage if necessary
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: SEAN CARTER, DWIGHT GRANT, ROOSEVELT HARRELL, SAM TAYLOR
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