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