Who cut ya?

Save the theatrics for the mattress.

Nine bring it raw dog style with no practice.

I mack this microphone like a hoe on the stroll.

In total control of the soul.

Any asshole can pull a gun the streets are full of fools

I met smarter younger brothers in jails than in schools.

Runnin his story about his glory it bore me.

And his territory it don't do nothin for me.

So fuck him and the horse that he's ridin

I'm barely survivin, losin my breath

Cause I'm drownin in sorrow.

I seen a lot of pain with these two eyes of mine.

That's why I write the rhymes that borderline on crime.

I gotta make somethin or I gotta take somethin.

Can't beat that...

Fuck Versace and Rolex, I can't eat that.

I need that green it seems to reign supreme.

By any means, pens and papers on triple beams.

Get rich schemes blow up in your face

None taste worse that a plan gone sour

Your power slippin thru your fingers like dimes and nickels.

We go pistols

U know where to shoot at, wherever the loot at.

I don't break the law the law breaks me.

I aint sittin around waitin for the devil to come and take me.

Don't shoot until u see the whites of they eyes

Anything less would be uncivilized

Chorus (x2)

You know... in a world full of lies and alibies

Some men die for a piece of the pie

It's Uncivilized

So I strive to survive and keep my eyes on the prize

(So I try to stay hi stayin high of the lie (2))

Anything else is uncivilized

(It's keepin me from actin uncivilized (2))

I break the rules on my quest for the 12 jewels

Believe in Delf' bring stacks and green packs

Need hats for Jacks, camoflauge

At lea