Lyrics:

...What? Spit what, man?!
Man, I don't know where that shit be comin from, dawg – for real
Ain't no fuckin' rapper, man
16...? I don't know Jay
If you don't believe me, then...

Who you know who can spit 'til he pop the reel?
Never thought about rappin' 'til he copped his deal
I really held down my block, for real
All I knew 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 1, ball for Philly like Larry Hughes
Keep the Desert Eagle wit' the beam tucked by the scrotum
Get locked in jail, run the block, cell open
My own work in jail, I get dro – L's, roll 'em
Rookie nigga, clipping niggas like L. Odom
I got dough, I choose not to spend it
Catch me in Avis and Budget in something rented
Long as the windows' tinted?
(I don't give a fuck!) I'm in it
I was holdin', with muses rollin', in the gold Infinit'

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 we chose – ya heard me?
We keep it raw and uncut for all the niggas and hoes (Right)
The first time you sniff it, it might hurt your nose
But only the strong survive, and that's how life goes
That's just the life we chose

We don't complain, that's just how it be
I shuffle, back against the ropes, like Ali (Uh-huh)
I hustle through the alley, through the Valley, to the Death
And I never play fair, in the eyes of the ref (Look!)
Fuck it, give me a TEC and I'll come back right
Can't throw us out the game, you ain't got enough stripes
Come at me wrong, I'll come at you the same (Uh-huh)
Come at me sideways, I'll come clap to your brain (Buck!)
Come at me indirect, I'll come back wit' names
I'm hot, like boiling water, I'll come back wit' caine
We keep it raw and uncut for all the bitches and hoes
And the first time you sniff it, it might hurt your nose

But only the strong survive, and that's how life goes
I know I'm outta control
Shit... me and Jay, same track? You gotta be kiddin'
Its like that nigga Jordan, I'm Scottie Pippen
It's like Magic-Worthy, Parish-Bird, be Stockton-Malone shit
Who gonna stop 'em? Hold this; game like Doc and Moses
Full court press and the Roc control this

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
That's just the life we chose (Yeah... yeah... yeah...)
We keep it raw and uncut for all the niggas and hoes
And 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?

I use to catch that train and snatch that chain (Uh-huh)
Do anything for a gain, just to catch some change (Uh-huh)
Whether–shooting the dice or clapping the gauge
I was a nigga wit' a strong arm like Satchel Paige
I'm telling you, dawg, I'm the wrong one to fuck wit' at all (That's right)
I'm the type that'll set it, broad day in the mall (Beans)
Whether Glocks or body shots, you taking a fall
Fuck you, cops, SWATs, Feds, and all
No, no, no, homie, I didn't say I could hit you wit' 30 O's
What I said is, I can supply you with 30 of those
When your thing thin, homie, come holla at the kingpin
The don of the people, narcotics is lethal
Hang with psychotic people, who life so fucked
Niggas came up singing that God was evil
Slang heron to cats who's life revolve in the needle
Then I blew to the point I bought cars for the P.O. – what!

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 we chose – ya heard me?
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 (Uh-huh), and that's how life goes (Yeah)
That's just the life we chose

Yeah... Sigel, Sigel, y'all – uh-huh, uhuh
Jigga, Jigga, y'all – ...what?
Nah, homie, I-I can't take your demo tonight... I don't got no pockets
...What?
Nah, man... (Heh heh)