Cut Throat Game

[Verse 1]

All this time I been, strategizing my uprising

When you motherfuckers thought I fell off, but I'm still ridin

Niggaz must've forgotten who got the gangsta shit poppin

N.W.A, Too Short, Spice 1, And 2Pac

And fuck you niggaz rappin wack shit, you dodgin the game

I keep two little twin glocks, bring you the pain

We can bust wit these pistols or throw up from the shoulders

Cause you mark-ass niggaz can't fuck wit old school soldiers

Back in the day in 80 tre, young niggaz was slangin bolders

And spot and spit gangsta rhythms and poetry colder

Then the average motherfucker, man you niggaz is suckas

Kissin the record company ass when all they gon do is fuck us

Givin up ya points and publishing, man don't act like no bitch

Nigga, It's art and you the artist, be down for ya shit

Nigga, It's hard, gut you the hardest, be down for ya name

Cause it's a mo-motherfuckin see you-see you-cutthroat game

[Chorus 2x]

I'm standin in the path of a hurricane

Livin on the edge of a razor, man

I'm tryin to keep it crackin, But it ain't the same

Cause the game so cutthroat, Cutthroat

[Verse 2]

Excuse me lil nigga, what the fuck did you say?

I been platinum since 91 from Japan to the East Bay

Fuck what he say or she say

I got ridahs from susanville to niggaz up in chino pressin replay

Gangsta walker, professional shit talker

Spendin rap money from 89, Call me the time baller

This ghetto baller wasn't puttin hands on you solos

Fuck you up on the mic and put slugs through ya car, Though

First, you dumb motherfucker, then you the motherfucker

Then you some motherfucker, again fuck all you suckas

My first album went gold wit nobody but me on it

One of the first gangsta rappers wit a plaque rollin weed on it

Glocks and pistols on the album cover

Pointin heat in my videos, callin my enemies suckas

I was 16 wit hustler's dreams

From bein a ballin-ass rapper, Take some cream