Juicy J, Project Pat, Brisco - Cut Throat lyrics
[Juicy J, Project Pat, Brisco - Cut Throat lyrics]
Niggas so cut throat they robbin' own brother
(Damn) hurtin' their own mother (Damn)
I think this shit gutter
Niggas so gone off that beacon
They don't evem thinkin' 'bout the risk
They take it
Your life go flash before your
Eyes from the 45
Bullet's duck piled up in your
Head nigga you can die
Hyde Park Mafia is the
Click down from homicides
All of us are murders
That you heard bro it ain't no lie
Niggas got murked
Kiddnapped even bodies tied
Took out with a trigger or with
A throat slit peoples workin' wild
So much game violence in the hood
How you stay alive?
Always watch your back and keep it
Real but they still ain't fine
Missle crack your head over he say she say
Six street to the man from the
Lane to you damn grave
Beggars if they see this is real
You can't do that
Spread word like you sellin' dope
You undercover rat
Niggas so cut throat they robbin' own brother
(Damn) hurtin' their own mother (Damn)
I think this shit gutter mayne
Niggas so gone off that beacon
They don't evem thinkin' 'bout the risk
They take it
40 racks
50 racks slanging niggas dummies packs
An 14 shoted to your head
Where the money at? Get your olders
Yeah they told us that u
Were here ridim' ours
Spending money on these hoes
I see that you lost your focus
Psycho crazy like a Joker
Fool this ain't no comic book!
Known of the choppers with guns
Crook By The Book
Gone passed your momma house
Your boys saw me ridin'
Cause shooting off your momma house
Will bring you what I hidin'
And they owe me 10 racks
Cause a soldier have a brick
But dope ain't with your buddies wait what
They got to do with it?
Pistol with me I'm like a cooker
Beats yo brains out like a hooker
Weed full in a fiff pack it
Pistol in his mouth I cock it!
Niggas so cut throat they robbin' own brother
(Damn) hurtin' their own mother (Damn)
I think this shit gutter mayne
Niggas so gone off that beacon
They don't evem thinkin' 'bout the risk
They take it
See they locked me in lecture
I will put that real in their ears
No table manners
No morals and no respect for your peers
Gonna be a recession
I got them stressin' for dollars
Got them lookin for troubles and
Got them totin' their choppers
I remember what my old girl told me
She say all niggas cut throat
And all these hoes phoney
That is bearing in my head
My question get bakin'
And I will be damn if I
Let any motherfucker take it
Mafia! It's lot of us
Touring in the larger bus
Fuck goin' to jail
Esctasios for larger cust'
We all know bakin' soda make a lot fam
And we all know hard head, make a soft affair
Niggas so cut throat they robbin' own brother
(Damn) hurtin' their own mother (Damn)
I think this shit gutter mayne
Niggas so gone off that beacon
They don't evem thinkin' 'bout the risk
They take it
(Damn) hurtin' their own mother (Damn)
I think this shit gutter
Niggas so gone off that beacon
They don't evem thinkin' 'bout the risk
They take it
Your life go flash before your
Eyes from the 45
Bullet's duck piled up in your
Head nigga you can die
Hyde Park Mafia is the
Click down from homicides
All of us are murders
That you heard bro it ain't no lie
Niggas got murked
Kiddnapped even bodies tied
Took out with a trigger or with
A throat slit peoples workin' wild
So much game violence in the hood
How you stay alive?
Always watch your back and keep it
Real but they still ain't fine
Missle crack your head over he say she say
Six street to the man from the
Lane to you damn grave
Beggars if they see this is real
You can't do that
Spread word like you sellin' dope
You undercover rat
Niggas so cut throat they robbin' own brother
(Damn) hurtin' their own mother (Damn)
I think this shit gutter mayne
Niggas so gone off that beacon
They don't evem thinkin' 'bout the risk
They take it
40 racks
50 racks slanging niggas dummies packs
An 14 shoted to your head
Where the money at? Get your olders
Yeah they told us that u
Were here ridim' ours
Spending money on these hoes
I see that you lost your focus
Psycho crazy like a Joker
Fool this ain't no comic book!
Known of the choppers with guns
Crook By The Book
Gone passed your momma house
Your boys saw me ridin'
Cause shooting off your momma house
Will bring you what I hidin'
And they owe me 10 racks
Cause a soldier have a brick
But dope ain't with your buddies wait what
They got to do with it?
Pistol with me I'm like a cooker
Beats yo brains out like a hooker
Weed full in a fiff pack it
Pistol in his mouth I cock it!
Niggas so cut throat they robbin' own brother
(Damn) hurtin' their own mother (Damn)
I think this shit gutter mayne
Niggas so gone off that beacon
They don't evem thinkin' 'bout the risk
They take it
See they locked me in lecture
I will put that real in their ears
No table manners
No morals and no respect for your peers
Gonna be a recession
I got them stressin' for dollars
Got them lookin for troubles and
Got them totin' their choppers
I remember what my old girl told me
She say all niggas cut throat
And all these hoes phoney
That is bearing in my head
My question get bakin'
And I will be damn if I
Let any motherfucker take it
Mafia! It's lot of us
Touring in the larger bus
Fuck goin' to jail
Esctasios for larger cust'
We all know bakin' soda make a lot fam
And we all know hard head, make a soft affair
Niggas so cut throat they robbin' own brother
(Damn) hurtin' their own mother (Damn)
I think this shit gutter mayne
Niggas so gone off that beacon
They don't evem thinkin' 'bout the risk
They take it
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