Lyrics:
Nothing left but wasted years
Can't escape, world downfall
Cut-throat system, spare no pain
Life and death, meet together
Why must one, lose like this
Most want no part of it, it's logic
Cutthroat party in the Shark Pit
Cold blooded souls carry bulldogs and oxes, knowledge this
Maintain and remain
the cutthroat pack
Another trend has passed
Ahead of the line of fools
Preach to stand above
To overcome a fault
Explanation for the weak
Envied idols die
Thru
jerk
Kiss me, you jacked up jerk kiss me
You geeked up son of
A cutthroat bambito-kapow
(Besame tu manatada) i guess you like me now
today I shed my skin
Begin again
Ruthless, cutthroat
Breaking bread with evil men
Next time we meet you'll hardly recognize me
A stranger with a face
know down with me
I see straight through cut-throat niggas easily
They tryin' to snatch me, 'cause they know I'm what ya used to be
'cause I'm a major
>From the ocean to the city to the valley to the bay
Niggas on the mission for the cabbage every day
Cutthroats, gunsmoke, dope and hoes
What controls
fa sho nigga. Cutthroat Committy for the throat niggas
And we want the fucking money bags, Ya Heard Me
person, every man's head has a price
Cut-throat, no suicide note, armor-plated under the coat
Level four is your antidote
Grown men you never know when your
on the floor
Make way for the loccest cutthroat with a beard long as Moses
Walkin' through yo camps and striking penitentiary poses
A straight vet Connect
thirty feet
Steal the balance from my brain
The captain and his crew
Are cut-throats down in the Port of Spain
White-knuckled at the rains
His timbers
and towns
Breakin' it down, the G's is makin' the world go round
It's Mr. Prod comin' cutthroat, live like a wire
The West Coast G's is on fire
Chorus...
and cutthroats
Some spoke of who knows where I'll turn up
The streak from our recorded scores could torch Europe
The overhand thrust is a motion not to trust
thirty feet
Steal the balance from my brain
The Captain and his crew
Are cut-throats down in the Port of Spain
White-knuckled at the rains
His timbers
Emergency, emergency, evacuate the premises immediately
Emergency, emergency
Now...
Open your ear
Cause slavery will appear
When corporate cutthroats
a cutthroat party
Now it's up to me to retaliate
And if I score, I'll increase the murder rate
I move on ones who double-cross
Set them up, now they suffer
gutted
It's cut-throat
Sometimes I'm rolling dolo in a stolen polo
But I'm still true to my crew
I'm never going solo
All these cold winter nights that
on the edge nigga watch yo' step
Guilty Simpson damage is
Beyond word descriptions
Rough verse inscriptions wrote by cutthroats
Smoke in the alley where
Cut-throat sunset and Louisiana evening news
Sundown heartache and leaves stickin' to your shoes
I could be, I could be whatever you want
I could
heart out your chest like a '96 ghetto spawn
Antonym of urban, too feminine for this cut-throat mentality
Have ? thoughts in my area, you get snatched
cutthroat, live through the wire
The West Coast G's is on fire
Chorus...
??? & YOUNG PROD:
Freestylin' to a instrumental in a rental
Q-fo'-fever, evil side
game, in my face act friendly
That's why I play em close till they ass get ghost
Ain't no love lost here, crampin my poster'
This game is cutthroat, so
Fed up and fucked up
Born from war and tension
Fed up and fucked up
Cut-throat generation
Fed up and fucked up
Throw down the fallen nations
close.
Get your cut, you cut-price writer
Get your cut in this cut-throat game
The more the cut, the more he grab, yeah
He's just a someone out
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