Cut Throats

Down. down. down Now, I got to cut ya It's on, that you step to the big black gates Too late, no escape, from the Planet of The Apes No doubt, there's no way out, no daps, perhaps While the homies set the traps, I load straps By the way, the last time a fool came through I hang out Gun shots rang out, blew his motherfucking brains out Cut Throats style, everything is filed With rums in the slums for miles and miles So. if you toose, you loose, with none will be in your shoes So grab your cheap ass crews and catch the blues Hollow points holes that won't never close Lit them up cause I rather stick them up, and get them up Stereotype for life; is how I'm living Down with the Guerrillas In the Mist but Fuck! this I slang bricks, only fuck with whoopty chicks The name is Mack 10, and I live off dirty licks We do whatever it takes, we gotta make them ends Even if it means jacking friends And I'ma cut throats Explosions and earthquakes that make the room shake Back up. Yo, hold on, Fuck That! Can I do that over my homieboy? Yeah, you better do that motherfucker homie Yeah man, Fuck This Shit! I can break this motherfucker down, so let me do it like this Explosions and earthquakes that make the room shake Back up, make room, Ba-boom now you're doomed Hollow points to the dome, once again it's on Do you want a fat platter of some bloody brain matter? Out cause my .22, I brought it brand new It's draw me kind of duel, Punk give up the Lexus Coupe Uhh! let the track loop, whores about to shoot Any wickeddie diggeddie nigga that try to get me for my loot So what's the scoop? - four bail troops Dead end show by your junkie ass Cut Throat And I'ma cut throats Now, I got to cut ya. down Now, I got to cut ya. down Now, I got to cut ya. down Welcome to the horrors show, murder is the flick Your discretion is advice, shit is about to get live Straight from the start, born with the coldest heart Known to get low to split the trick's skull apart You can't stand the heat, then get the fuck out the kitchen Cause ninety four; is the season for lynching From outta the dark is the South Central G Ready, hand steady on the bloody Machete Don't you ever try to fuck me, you buster I cut off your head and send the drama to your mama Fucking with the Don, I put you in the right direction A first class ticket to the resurrection, fool! So whatever it takes, we gotta make them ends Even if it means jacking friends And I'ma cut throats Rolling with my crew about four, I'm on a down low Tinny stepping toe, as I passed up the liquor store The devil is on my shoulder, should I kill it? (HELL YEAH!!) Bat that ass up, I step back like Jackie Robinson I hit the home run, better yet a ransom A lacker win jamer, macker framer lamer On a board burnt up Seville A slice jacking where the fuck his chill I've seen a bitch ran in down the hill Mr. Cut Throat, took his axe And gave that bitch Jill forty lacks When we looked and seen what we done I grabbed the pen and the pad and put that shit on this album And I'ma cut throats Who the fuck can I cut like Spaghetti? Steady Mobbing, Mr. Machete, robbing all these brand tricks Sharp as a home made shank From Super Macks to the holding tank, I make them all stank You caught the vapors, but. I float like a butterfly I sting when I do my thing like a paper cut Who got the sort alcohol and the cotton? Rotten when I cut through the lame hold them dogs rotten Have you forgotten what I've been through? Nappy headed getting through (CHOP!!) with my Hip-Hop when I (CHOP!!) It don't stop til the heads fall off the cut and drop Crazy as the bitch who cut off her husband's cock Her name is Robbin, I got to rob it, nigga leave the cards running I don't need to take my gun in Pull out my knife, it's your money or your life Must I cope new quote, sincerely yours from the cut throats And I'ma cut throats Chop Chop, watch watch, bluaa Now, I got to cut ya. down Now, I got to cut ya. down