Cut You Loose Lyrics - Slaughterhouse - Slaughterhouse

"You're no good I have to cut you loooooose, you loooooose" 

Woo! Hello hip-hop, goodbye music 

It's like a love-hate relationship 

Ridin' in the Ferrari while takin' trips 

Compared to beer takin' sips 

Sittin somewhere in a Camaro with racin' strips 

Either way you embrace it 

Can't no amount of money or lady replace it 

And after all this rhymin' 

If I refer to you as a girl niggaz'd call this Common 

I'm through as a fan 

No disrespect to music, I'm talkin' to you as a man 

How the FUCK is you flossin a Benz? 

Listenin' to this nigga Rick Ross dissin' 'em 

Jim Jones dissin' Jay 

This rap shit done gone a different way (that's right) 

I know my lawyers play the lies game 

It's okay for Soulja Boy to say Nas' name 

Nothin but Ludacris answers 

The game backwards like dancers 

Shootin' on the same dance floor you grew up and answer 

To them shooters, now them shooters is dancin' 

Fuck you too! 

You corny so I gotta cut you loose 

I looked in my book of rhymes, took the sign 

I swear I heard a few of my nigga Crooked lines 

I got these A&R's heart racin' 

Got 'em in fear of me sonnin' they flagship artists for spittin' {?} 

This is bar raisin 

I'm raisin the bar so far tryin' to look at it's equivalent to star gazin 

Think I'd rather be waterboardin', you feel me? 

Than to listen to what y'all recordin, for real G 

Hell naw, I will not support it 

Rather switch places with the child mom's aborted, kill me 

My skills be on point like a flyin' dart 

Sometimes I feel like the messiah of a dyin' art 

A whole 'nother animal, not the kind that departed on the giant ark 

But a vulture with a lion heart 

I eloquently breathe fire 

I speak for the Eastsiders like I got a Long Beach speech writer 

And I could teach riders how to do they thang 

So they won't ruin the game for comin' off lame 

We could be birds of a feather, what does it mean? 

Think about it, that mean I put you under my wing 

Or I'ma leave this hip-hop thing to all you wack dudes 

Cut you loose (you're no good I have to) cut you loose 

Call me a hater when I'm tellin' the truth, expect it 

SoundScan is unveilin' the proof, respect it 

Here's somethin' you could never dispute 

The last time I spit a rhyme the roof fell in the booth, I wreck shit 

Man I feel ruined inside 

Somebody tell me what to do, I'm a guy 

That loves music but I am truly through with the vibe 

Sometimes I wish it was dead, rather than look this stupid alive (word) 

I found out I been persuin' a lie 

It's nothin' like, what I thought, man the proof's in the pie 

Cause ain't no puddin' in the hood when niggaz shoot to survive 

But what's my single? Ask dude in the suit and a tie 

Who stole the whip? Man I'm losin' my drive 

I 'member when singles used to have cuts on it 

Nowadays the rewind button got mad dust on it 

Can't bring it back if it's wack, when they come back then it's crack 

I'm fiendin' for somethin' good so I can puff on it 

Y'all don't even give me a buzz 

I can't enjoy a glass of beer if it's really just suds 

Nothin' there but the air in y'all heads 

Man I'm fed dawg, I had it up to HERE (done!) 

I'm cuttin' you loose, fuckin' abuse 

I can't believe they in your talks when you discussin' the truth 

These dudes suck and they bad liars 

This is not what I expected when I was 11 steppin up in rap cyphers 

(What's goin' on?) I thought you had to be mad nice 

But apparently you could be trash as long as you look good and have ice 

I ain't complainin', I'm just sayin' though 

There's no reason a musician should wanna watch a television 

Instead of be listenin' to the radio 

I'm cuttin' you loose 

Look, I used to dream of just bein' wit'chu 

Woulda probably gave whatever to be seen wit'chu 

On the block on the scene wit'chu 

And the most beautiful thing wit'chu 

Is we shared the same passion and I could get cream wit'chu 

Not a qualm, not a problem, not a single issue 

Then we started arguin', havin' single issues 

Somethin's off nowadays, you don't seem official 

SO! {"You're no good I have to cut you loooooose"} 

I see you with them other artists and it's sickenin' 

E'rything's changed since we parted, you been different 

Do whatever for bread boo when you started trickin' 

For real though {"You're no good I have to cut you loooooose"} 

How you could thug me? 

If I can't be me when I'm wit'chu, tell me how could you love me? 

(How you) Get so ugly, eat it, beat it, treat it better than niggaz 

So you still be dyin' to fuck me, baby don't interrupt me! 

Ain't complete tryin' to compete but you judge me 

What you really think of me, you disgust me 

I twelve-step my addict itch 

So Method Man, you could have that bitch 

But now she got neighbors against me, still her favorite MC 

I just hit her hard and she got papers against me 

It's cool; I get up wit'chu later if meant be 

Just text them old heads, tell 'em mate with they memories 

"You're no good I have to cut you loose, you loose"