Uncivilized - Nine

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