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