Lyrics:
There was an old stone cutter
Who lived in a cabin on the mountain side
And the old stone cutter
Knew it won't be long before he died
And all around
never saw sun or sky
Roads that never saw sun or sky.
Down at the coal face the miner's workin'
Rattle of the belt and the cutter's blade
Crumble
as the grave in the Cumberland mine
Down at the coal face, miners working
Rattle of the belt and the cutter's blade
Rumble of the rock and the walls closed
(Skelez, oh my God)
Can't nobody tell me shit 'cause I got cutters, motherfucker
Bitch, I'm Virgil 'til I die, no, I can't be nobody other
Told
up, no option, we kill for each other
My brother, I love 'em, don't touch 'em
We hop out with cutters, don't play with my people
Play with my brother
of all my mistakes
Bite my tongue, vision spins, living life from the cutter's skin
Sent to be an ungrateful son, can't you see my breath is gone?
Bury
Supreme violation
Blood in the foyer
The bathroom
The tea room
The kitchen, with her knives splayed
I will swallow your sharpest cutter
Like a colored
no way in the hell we goin' anywhere without a cutter (cutter)
Put that on my, uh, and I'm live from the gutter (gutter)
Posted up with shooters,
to night, he think 'bout steppin' and slidin'
Old rusty cutter make 'em get down, ayy
Blood from the gutters so when that stick 'round, ayy
She wanna
and when
She came back up, she had a large sheet metal cutter
In her hand. "This is the best I could find." She was very out of breath.
"Here, you do it.
that her
father kept a collection of tools in the basement. She ran downstairs, and when
she came back up, she had a large sheet metal cutter
in her
a stain
New cutter, in a Cullinan like a dope boy
He shouldn't be no problem now we got the drop I be ridin' with ole' boy
Swerve through the hood my
a come fi dem cutter
See di shotter dem a come fi dem cutter
Mista Babylon a hustle cah some food haffi run
So di pastor rob di sista and di sista rob
and put it down for my brudda (brudda)
Hot butter funk make it rain, close the shutter, violate
Catch it from one of my bitches, box cutter (cutter
conversation
Trying to understand
How I fell into this quicksand
What happens next?
With life I'm unimpressed
Pain like a cutter's knife
Never been
never rat no way
Did time made it back to da whole gang
Box cutter blade on my whole face cold
Days rocking deep scars like gold chains
Pull up in
I've seen the last of brandy
And my schooner's had her day
No more to tease those cursed cutters
Dashing 'round the bay
My running days are over now
perfect
Now switch me back for the hooks, and the first part the verse
And then leave these, for the second part the verse
Let’s do it
Up the cutter on him,
Man spin the block on em
Bounce out the whip wit them cutters
Giving smoke to yo cousins, uncles, niggas, & brothers
Man up the Glock on em
This that
a mine I'm going deaf
Bitch where the blood
Won't say no names
Who you know gone blow down with that cutter
And Clutchin
Robert kelly ima touch em
With
at the right time
We be slanging them cutters
Bloody Mary
Hide when it’s night time
If I get pulled over bout this shit
It’s never gone be fine
You gone have
still supreme
Why you adding your weed? I got Pal Mal, JPS and Amber Leaf
Why you adding your keef? I got straight Cutters Choice in my baccy spleef
Only
doesn't always look perfect
And cookie-cutter isn't always worth it
But as long as I've got you in my sights
This Christmas will be just divine
Let's take
of Gingerbread
Cookie cutter job, do cookie cutter work
Have a cookie cutter collar on a button-down shirt
You know, my house is made out of candy, and I’ve got
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