Cut Throats Songtext / Lyric

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