Yung Joc Cut Throat (feat. The Game, Jim Jones & Block) Lyrics

[Intro:]
[Deep Voice:] Hustlenomics
[The Game:] eh joc
[Yung Joc:] wud up n____?
[The Game:] a n____ quick produced this s___?
[Yung Joc:] Hell yeah
[The Game:] s___ crazy homie

[Hook:]
My n____s cut throat, My n____s cut throat
I got some killas on the east and the west coast
Dem braids on your head, get up hoe, uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe
My n____s cut throat, My n____s cut throat
I got some killas on the east and the west coast
They whip game real good, they got the best tho
Uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe

[The Game:]
I'm coming straight for your neck dawg,
Razor blade hecklered and c___ed,
In California n____s back on the block,
I'm from Compton m____fucka, the city of Gs
We ain't got pretty b____es but we got plenty of these
All my n____s cut throat, gang bang and cut throat
Original bad boys man even Puff know
We ain't mad about Pac, we know who did it
We just mad that him and Big got crossed in nine senses
I was 16 then, little n____ 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 (haha)
Nah, f___ you b____, I rescue all my n____s first and let em' f___ you b____
On the east coast, them n____s say I'm dumb-hot
And when I'm in the south you can just ask Yung Joc

[Yung Joc:]
Eh, I know some edgehangers, zonin till they reach the course
Ya dey head banging for less than a brick or so
Well acquainted with fiends and even dope addicts
My n____s work the triple beams and they dope at it
Hey, n____ you don't want no static
Holes throw your chest, hard to breathe, like asthmatics
Just like Big, tell them n____s, kidnap your kids,
f___ em in the a__ and throw um over the bridge
When I'm on the east, I'm ballin' wit that Jimmy cat (ballin!)
Bad b____es everywhere, they all on my Jimmy sack
We blowin sour Ds, hundred fifty packs,
I f___ with real Gs, like the Diplomats
When I'm in cali, n____ we blow incense
Call my n____ Cavi, to smoke away my stress
The only coats you'll see locs and d___ie suits or molguls
Chirp my n____ JTLo in the booths it's ova

[Jim Jones:]
(Jones! Jackal!)
Now shouts to Yung Joc (its poppin)
Another one to block (its good)
You can meet me in the hood the engine runnin on my drop (Ferrari s___)
And we was just runnin from the cops (yeah)
Cookin coco coco wit the stove or two wonders with the pots (Chef boy R' Jim)
I started as a pumper on tha block, (uh huh)
Either you slang crack rock or you had that wicked jump shot (swish)
Either or, there was no inbetween, (no)
It was either be poor or move c__e to the fiends (get money)
20 it would cost, I was hopin 19 (give it to me cheaper)
Tachiney valaws [?] I endulging the team (I was fly)
Amongst the murders and plus the burglars (Who else?)
The fly willie n____s when they start swerving up (and what)
In them fly rides, n____s like the high side, (flossin')
till they go slippin and you catch em' from the blind side (get outta that ride)
Tap the glass and you give it to them 9 times (pow pow)
He owes some cash but he didn't meet the timer (D O L)

[Outro:]
[Block:] y'all know who I be?
[The Game:] haha who you be n____?
[Block:] Cut throat masta numba 1 n____, it's your boy big block n____, and I ride with cut throat n____s, m____fucka we got richie lewis in the house, cutthroat man, cutthroat n____, thuggin piece of my n____, free my m____fuckin dawg man, and last but not least n____, I'm leadin the new south, haha, we ride sideways in the m____fuckin chevy n____, ya we up to no good, cut throat baby.