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

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