Cut Throat(feat. The Game, Jim Jones & Block)-Yung Joc/Block/Jim Jones/The Game

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