Cut Throat Lyrics - Hustlenomics - Yung Joc

Hustlenomics, eh Joc, what up nigga? 

A nigga quick produced this shit? Hell yeah 

Shit crazy, homie 

My niggas cut throat, my niggas cut throat 

I got some killers on the East and the West Coast 

Them braids on your head, get up hoe 

Uh, get up hoe, uh, get up hoe 

My niggas cut throat, my niggas cut throat 

I got some killers on the East and the West Coast 

They whip game real good, they got the best doe 

Uh, get up hoe, uh, get up hoe 

I'm coming straight for your neck, dawg 

Razor blade hecklered and cocked 

In California, niggas, back on the block 

I'm from Compton, motherfucker, the city of Gs 

We ain't got pretty bitches but we got plenty of these 

All my niggas cut throat, gang bang and cut throat 

Original bad boys, nigga, even Puff know 

We ain't mad about Pac, we know who did it 

We just mad that him and Big got crossed in [Incomprehensible] 

I was 16 then, little nigga inspired 

Now me and Joc ridin, homie, put that on the wire 

If hip hop was a building I'd set it on fire 

And leave everybody to burn except Mya 

Now, fuck you, bitch 

I rescue all my niggas first, then let em' fuck you, bitch 

On the East Coast, them niggas say I'm dumb hot 

And when I'm in the South you can just ask Yung Joc 

My niggas cut throat, my niggas cut throat 

I got some killers on the East and the West Coast 

Them braids on your head, get up hoe 

Uh, get up hoe, uh, get up hoe 

My niggas cut throat, my niggas cut throat 

I got some killers on the East and the West Coast 

They whip game real good, they got the best doe 

Uh, get up hoe, uh, get up hoe 

Eh, I know some edge hangers zonin till they reach the course 

Yeah, they head banging for less than a brick or so 

Well acquainted with fiends and even dope addicts 

My niggas work the triple beams and they dope at it 

Hey, nigga, you don't want no static 

Holes throw your chest, hard to breathe, like asthmatics 

Just like Big, tell them niggas, kidnap your kids 

Fuck em in the ass and throw em over the bridge 

When I'm on the East I'm ballin' with that Jimmy cat 

Bad bitches everywhere, they all on my Jimmy sack 

We blowin sour Ds, hundred fifty packs 

I fuck with real Gs like the Diplomats 

When I'm in Cali, nigga, we blow incense 

Call my nigga Cavi to smoke away my stress 

The only coats you'll see, locs and Dickie suits or moguls 

Chirp my nigga JT Lo in the booths, it's over 

My niggas cut throat, my niggas cut throat 

I got some killers on the East and the West Coast 

Them braids on your head, get up hoe 

Uh, get up hoe, uh, get up hoe 

My niggas cut throat, my niggas cut throat 

I got some killers on the East and the West Coast 

They whip game real good, they got the best doe 

Uh, get up hoe, uh, get up hoe 

Yeah, now shouts to Yung Joc, another one to block 

You can meet me in the hood, the engine runnin on my drop 

And we was just runnin from the cops 

Cookin coco coco with the stove or two wonders with the pots 

I started as a pumper on the block 

Either you slang crack rock or you had that wicked jump shot 

Either or, there was no in between 

It was either be poor or move coke to the fiends 

20 it would cost, I was hopin 19 

[Incomprehensible] I indulged the team 

Amongst the murders and plus the burglars 

The fly willie niggas when they start swerving up 

In them fly rides niggas like the high side 

Till they go slippin and you catch em from the blind side 

Tap the glass and you give it to them 9 times 

He owes some cash but he didn't meet the timer 

My niggas cut throat, my niggas cut throat 

I got some killers on the East and the West Coast 

Them braids on your head, get up hoe 

Uh, get up hoe, uh, get up hoe 

My niggas cut throat, my niggas cut throat 

I got some killers on the East and the West Coast 

They whip game real good, they got the best doe 

Uh, get up hoe, uh, get up hoe