Uncut Raw
Az Izz Lyrics


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No need for Lactose's, pure straight out Bolivia
Peru, uncut baby, what?

Life is a struggle, that's why niggas I know stay on the juggle
Some hustle to double, others hug you to mug you
Poverty-stricken, they even turn a church kid into stickin
It seems sickenin, but what? Whatever makes the pockets thickin
Fuck police and no remorse for the beasts
That's lost on the streets, that pistol whip a priest for a crosspiece
I'm lost chief, runnin through strips, thinkin of top dealers
Fillin Tek clips, wit 'cop killers' that could stop gorillas
Shovin a stubnose in buttholes, I'm nutso
Skitzo, clepto, killin shit up throughout the metro
My thug essence will always keep me plugged with drug investments
Sketch my reference, takin papers considered preference
And violations will lead to kidnappin, decapitation
So what you're facin, is realism that's in activation
Livin off land with five honeys playin my hand
Me and fam, sippin off Guinness stout and eatin clams
It's all part of plans, a vet chillin in Tamps, West and Stans
Outta state connect, slugs, sex, drugs and grands

What? For my hype niggas (Uncut) Trife niggas (Raw), 25-to-life niggas

This is as, pure as opium, purified for street players to open em
Space, like three els laced with coke in em
Shots awoken em, fake uniform takes the portion of
Six trips, to young clips and killers coachin em
However though, fake ass niggas'll never know
Cos my method's perfected, I'm movin sceptic and never show
I'm soon to blow, stack doe, lay on the low
While I'm sippin Cristal, I mess with Long Island and Moe
A part of nature, me wan' acres in Jamaica
Puffin exotic trees without seeds rolled up in leaf paper
So exhale, cos if I don't live to tell
Then fuck it, farewell, I'll see the rest of y'all niggas in hell

What? For my hype niggas (Uncut) Trife niggas (Raw), 25-to-life niggas

So all my good fellas, heroin, coke and weed sellers
What the fuck cats can't tell us if they ain't got bread to bail us?
Happy to survive, I haven't seen it all, Peter pay Paul
From the connivers to the livest, they crack fool
It's all war, the streets are filled up with guns galore
Plenty young for war, gettin their minds flunked and sore
Yo dun, cock the 4





Motherfuckers think we're playin, back em down
Holdin niggas for hostages, what? What?

Overall Meaning

In the first verse of Az Izz's song Uncut Raw, the lyrics depict the harsh realities of life in impoverished areas. The opening lines reference the purity of drugs being sold, specifically cocaine from Bolivia and Peru. The lyrics go on to describe the daily struggles of individuals residing in these areas, some of whom must resort to illegal activities such as drug dealing to make money.


The chorus of the song highlights the survivalist mentality of those living in these situations. The use of the terms 'uncut' and 'raw' suggest that this is a way of life that is unapologetic and unfiltered, with people doing whatever it takes to stay alive and provide for themselves.


The second verse focuses on the drug trade itself, with Az Izz boasting about his perfect method of operation and how he is always one step ahead of anyone trying to take him down. The verse ends with a chilling reference to how the violence and danger of this lifestyle can ultimately lead to one's demise.


Overall, the lyrics of Uncut Raw provide a raw and gritty depiction of the realities of life in impoverished areas where selling drugs may be the only way to survive. The lyrics are a stark reminder of the lengths people will go to in order to provide for themselves and their loved ones with little regard for the consequences.


Line by Line Meaning

No need for Lactose's, pure straight out Bolivia
We don't dilute our drugs, they're directly from the source in Bolivia.


Peru, uncut baby, what?
Our drugs are uncut, and we're proud of it.


Life is a struggle, that's why niggas I know stay on the juggle
Life is hard, that's why people I know have to hustle to make ends meet.


Some hustle to double, others hug you to mug you
Some people work hard to make money, while others use deception and violence to rob you.


Poverty-stricken, they even turn a church kid into stickin
People who are struggling financially may turn to crime, even children who grew up in church.


It seems sickenin, but what? Whatever makes the pockets thickin
It may be disturbing, but people will do whatever it takes to make money.


Fuck police and no remorse for the beasts
We don't like the police and feel no sympathy for criminals who get what they deserve.


That's lost on the streets, that pistol whip a priest for a crosspiece
People on the streets have lost their morals and would even hurt a priest to steal a valuable item.


I'm lost chief, runnin through strips, thinkin of top dealers
I'm confused and running around trying to find the best drug dealers.


Fillin Tek clips, wit 'cop killers' that could stop gorillas
I have high-powered guns that are capable of killing police and even strong animals like gorillas.


Shovin a stubnose in buttholes, I'm nutso
I'm crazy and violent, even sticking a gun up someone's rear end.


Skitzo, clepto, killin shit up throughout the metro
I have mental illness and commit theft and murder all over the city.


My thug essence will always keep me plugged with drug investments
My criminal lifestyle will always keep me involved in drug dealing and investments.


Sketch my reference, takin papers considered preference
My criminal records are my references, and I value money more than anything else.


And violations will lead to kidnappin, decapitation
If someone disrespects me or my business, I may resort to kidnapping and murder.


So what you're facin, is realism that's in activation
You need to know that my threats are real and should be taken seriously.


Livin off land with five honeys playin my hand
I will retire to Jamaica with multiple women and live off the land.


Me and fam, sippin off Guinness stout and eatin clams
My family and I will enjoy Guinness beer and seafood in Jamaica.


It's all part of plans, a vet chillin in Tamps, West and Stans
This is my plan, to retire as a successful drug dealer and live in Jamaica.


Outta state connect, slugs, sex, drugs and grands
I have connections in other states for drugs and money, and am willing to use violence for what I want.


This is as, pure as opium, purified for street players to open em
Our drugs are pure like opium, and we make them for people who sell them on the street.


Space, like three els laced with coke in em
Our drugs are powerful, like having three joints laced with cocaine.


Shots awoken em, fake uniform takes the portion of
We're not afraid to use our guns, and sometimes pretend to be police to steal from our enemies.


Six trips, to young clips and killers coachin em
We train young people to be killers and drug dealers, and it took six trips to complete the process.


However though, fake ass niggas'll never know
Fake people will never understand our way of life.


Cos my method's perfected, I'm movin sceptic and never show
I have perfected my criminal method and move in secrecy, never showing my true intentions.


I'm soon to blow, stack doe, lay on the low
I will soon earn a lot of money and then lay low, avoiding police and other enemies.


While I'm sippin Cristal, I mess with Long Island and Moe
I will drink Cristal champagne and also enjoy Long Island Iced Tea and Moe liquor.


A part of nature, me wan' acres in Jamaica
I want to own acres of land in Jamaica and be one with nature.


Puffin exotic trees without seeds rolled up in leaf paper
I will smoke high quality marijuana that has no seeds, rolled in natural leaf paper.


So exhale, cos if I don't live to tell
Enjoy life and smoke marijuana, because if I die, I won't be able to tell my story.


Then fuck it, farewell, I'll see the rest of y'all niggas in hell
If I die, then goodbye to everyone else, I'll see you all in hell.


So all my good fellas, heroin, coke and weed sellers
Shoutout to all of my comrades in drug dealing, including those who sell heroin, cocaine, and marijuana.


What the fuck cats can't tell us if they ain't got bread to bail us?
People who are not rich enough to help us financially have no right to give us advice or criticism.


Happy to survive, I haven't seen it all, Peter pay Paul
I am grateful to still be alive, and have seen the ups and downs of life and have lived on borrowed money.


From the connivers to the livest, they crack fool
From the most clever to the most reckless, people are addicted to crack.


It's all war, the streets are filled up with guns galore
The streets are dangerous with everyone having guns.


Plenty young for war, gettin their minds flunked and sore
Many young people are involved in gang wars, damaging their minds and bodies.


Yo dun, cock the 4
Hey man, get your gun ready.


Motherfuckers think we're playin, back em down
People think we're not serious, but we will intimidate them.


Holdin niggas for hostages, what? What?
We will kidnap people and hold them for ransom.




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Written by: ANTHONY S CRUZ, JAMES GORDAN

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