Cutthroat Game Lyrics

[Verse 1]
All this time I been, strategizing my uprising
When you motherf*ckers 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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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 motherf*cker, man you niggaz is suckas
Kissin the record company ass when all they gon do is f*ck 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-motherf*ckin cu-cu-cutthroat game

[Chorus x2]
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 f*ck did you say?
I been platinum since 91 from Japan to the East Bay
f*ck 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 f*ck you up on the mic and put slugs through ya car, Though
First, you dumb motherf*cker, then you the motherf*cker
Then you some motherf*cker, again f*ck 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

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3]
I ain't sayin you smoke crack, But you actin kinda crackish
If you ain't knowin bout Bossalini that gangsta mackish
f*ck the taliban nigga, it was the caliban
Then cali got scared of the gangsta shit we was sayin
Doin and livin, breathing, eatin, and shittin
Ebonic spittin, niggaz dumber than fo spittin
West coast thug shit to the fullest, it's automatic
If it's drama, then we comin 3 deep, that's how we at it
I ain't sayin you smoke crack, but you actin kinda crackish
If you ain't knowin bout bossalini that gangsta mackish
I'm still gettin fan mail from switzerland spain
And I'm bout to drop some more thug shit in the game
Remember record company rule #4080?
Watch ya back cause motherf*ckers is shady
By the way, don't let these industry motherf*ckers get up in ya brain
Cause it's a mo-motherf*ckin cu-cutthroat game

[Chorus x7]

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