Cut Throat (feat. The Game, Jim Jones & Block) (Explicit)

Hustlenomics eh Joc what up n***a

A n***a quick produced this s**t Hell yeah

S**t crazy homie

My n***as cut throat my n***as cut throat

I got some killers on the East and the West Coast

Them braids on your head get up h*e

Uh get up h*e uh get up h*e

My n***as cut throat my n***as cut throat

I got some killers on the East and the West Coast

They whip game real good they got the best doe

Uh get up h*e uh get up h*e

I'm coming straight for your neck dawg

Razor blade hecklered and cocked

In California n***as back on the block

I'm from Compton motherf**ker the city of Gs

We ain't got pretty b***hes but we got plenty of these

All my n***as cut throat gang bang and cut throat

Original bad boys n***a even Puff know

We ain't mad about Pac we know who did it

I was 16 then little n***a inspired

Now me and Joc ridin' homie put that on the wire

If hip hop was a building I'd set it on fire

And leave everybody to burn except Mya

Now f**k you b***h

I rescue all my n***as first then let 'em f**k you b***h

On the East Coast them n***as say I'm dumb hot

And when I'm in the South you can just ask Yung Joc

My n***as cut throat my n***as cut throat

I got some killers on the East and the West Coast

Them braids on your head get up h*e

Uh get up h*e uh get up h*e

My n***as cut throat my n***as cut throat

I got some killers on the East and the West Coast

They whip game real good they got the best doe

Uh get up h*e uh get up h*e

Eh I know some edge hangers zonin' till they reach the course

Yeah they head banging for less than a brick or so

Well acquainted with fiends and even d**e addicts

My n***as work the triple beams and they d**e at it

Hey n***a you don't want no static

Holes throw your chest hard to breathe like asthmatics

Just like Big tell them n***as kidnap your kids

F**k †em in the a*s and throw †em over the bridge

When I'm on the East I'm ballin' with that Jimmy cat

Bad b***hes everywhere they all on my Jimmy sack

We blowin' sour Ds hundred fifty packs

I f**k with real Gs like the Diplomats

When I'm in Cali n***a we blow incense

Call my n***a Cavi to smoke away my stress

The only coats you'll see locs and d**kie suits or moguls

Chirp my n***a JT Lo in the booths it's over

My n***as cut throat my n***as cut throat

I got some killers on the East and the West Coast

Them braids on your head get up h*e

Uh get up h*e uh get up h*e

My n***as cut throat my n***as cut throat

I got some killers on the East and the West Coast

They whip game real good they got the best doe

Uh get up h*e uh get up h*e

Yeah now shouts to Yung Joc another one to block

You can meet me in the hood the engine runnin' on my drop

And we was just runnin' from the cops

Cookin' coco coco with the stove or two wonders with the pots

I started as a pumper on the block

Either you slang crack rock or you had that wicked jump shot

Either or there was no in between

It was either be poor or move coke to the fiends

20 it would cost I was hopin' 19

I indulged the team

Amongst the murders and plus the burglars

The fly willie n***as when they start swerving up

In them fly rides n***as like the high side

Till they go slippin' and you catch †em from the blind side

Tap the glass and you give it to them 9 times

He owes some cash but he didn't meet the timer

My n***as cut throat my n***as cut throat

I got some killers on the East and the West Coast

Them braids on your head get up h*e

Uh get up h*e uh get up h*e

My n***as cut throat my n***as cut throat

I got some killers on the East and the West Coast

They whip game real good they got the best doe

Uh get up h*e uh get up h*e