Cut Throat

[Intro: The Game] & (Yung Joc) Hey Joc (What up nigga?) That nigga Quik produced this shit? (Hell yeah) Shit crazy homie (Ha!) [Chorus: Yung Joc] My niggas cutthroat, my niggas cutthroat I got some killas on the East and the West Coast Dead prez on your head, get up ho Uh get up ho, uh get up ho My niggas cutthroat, my niggas cutthroat I got some killas on the East and the West Coast They whip game real good, they got the best dope Uh get up ho, uh get up ho [Verse 1: The Game] I'm comin' straight for your neck dogg Razor blade, Heckler & Koch In California niggas back on the block I'm from Compton motherfucker, the City of G's We ain't got pretty bitches but we got plenty of these All my niggas cutthroat, gangbang and cut dope 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 '9-sizix I was 16 then, little nigga inspired Now me and Joc ridin' homie, put that on the wire If hip-hop was a buildin', I'd set it on fire And leave everybody to burn except Mya Ha ha, now fuck you bitch I'll 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 [Chorus: Yung Joc] My niggas cutthroat, my niggas cutthroat I got some killas on the East and the West Coast Dead prez on your head, get up ho Uh get up ho, uh get up ho My niggas cutthroat, my niggas cutthroat I got some killas on the East and the West Coast They whip game real good, they got the best dope Uh get up ho, uh get up ho [Verse 2: Yung Joc] I know some head changers, total rich to cost Yeah they head bangin' for less than a brick of soft Well acquainted with fiends and even dope addicts My niggas work the triplebeams and they dope at it Hey, nigga you don't want no static Holes through 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 deez, hundred-fifty packs I fuck with real G's, like The Diplomats When I'm in Cali, nigga we blowin' cess Call my nigga Cavi, to smoke away my stress The only coast you'll see locs in Dickie suits on moguls Chirp my nigga J. Taylor on the Boost Mobile [Chorus: Yung Joc] My niggas cutthroat, my niggas cutthroat I got some killas on the East and the West Coast Dead prez on your head, get up ho Uh get up ho, uh get up ho My niggas cutthroat, my niggas cutthroat I got some killas on the East and the West Coast They whip game real good, they got the best dope Uh get up ho, uh get up ho [Verse 3: Jim Jones] Now shouts to Yung Joc, I number one the block You can meet me in the hood, the engine runnin' on my drop And we was just runnin' from the cops Cookin' coke over the stove, I do wonders with the pots I started as a pumper on the block Either you slang crack rock or you had that wicked jumpshot Either or, there was no in between It was either be poor or move coke to the fiends Twenty it would cost, I was hopin' nineteen Tacchini Valours, I indulged as a teen Amongst the murderers, and plus the burglarers The fly wheely niggas when they start swervin 'em In them fly rides, niggas like to high side Til' they caught slippin' and you catch 'em from the blind side Tap the glass and you give it to 'em nine times He owed some cash but he didn't meet the timeline[Chorus: Yung Joc] My niggas cutthroat, my niggas cutthroat I got some killas on the East and the West Coast Dead prez on your head, get up ho Uh get up ho, uh get up ho My niggas cutthroat, my niggas cutthroat I got some killas on the East and the West Coast They whip game real good, they got the best dope Uh get up ho, uh get up ho