Boys on da Cut
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โฑ๏ธ 4:34 duration
๐ ID: 27498061
๐ Lyrics
1st Verse:
I woke up quick, at around 2: 00
Jumped in my benz, picked up DJ Screw
Boys out there, makin' them tapes
Separate the real niggas from the fakes
My boy just got out, did a flat ten
And he just can't stop talkin' bout that pen
My best friend, but time destroys all men
Now he don't give a fuck about goin' again
It ain't all good, but I ain't missin' no money
I'm just a thug muthafucka and you can't take nothin' from me
Somebody once said they wanna see me dead
The next week they found the boy with two holes in his head
I break bread with my killas in the H-TX
It's the SP-Mex, in the all black stretch
Known for my purity, pride, and security
A house costs as much as one piece of my jewelry.
Chorus:
Cuz the boys on the cut don't give a fuck
You come talkin' that shit, your eyes get shut
Boys out there, slangin' that yay
Only pussy muthafuckas say that crime don't pay. [x2]
2nd Verse:
The time has come, and the day is here
Two thousand one, is my muthafuckin' year
I come from the head, it's the boy named Los
The one that got everybody on they toes
Straight up, and still I sell dope for a livin'
In the form of a compact disc, fuck prison
No more savin' cans, no more collectin' pennies
I'll have your fuckin' clique hollerin' "Who killed Kenny?"
For my Gangsta bitch, that I just met
She ridin' my dick, chuckin' up her set
I dance with the wolves, this is for my hood
Got the whole World fiendin' for the dope I cut.
Chorus:
Cuz the boys on the cut don't give a fuck
You come talkin' that shit, your eyes get shut
Boys out there, slangin' that yay
Only pussy muthafuckas say that crime don't pay.
Breakdown [Ayana M.]:
Fire...
We on fire...
We ain't gone stop...
Droppin' these bombs... [x2]
3rd Verse:
I was 12 years old, when I did my first jack
And I don't think that bitch ever got her purse back
With 15 rocks, I bought my first car
Cooked my first batch of dope in a pickle jar
It's like uno, dos, tres, young Happy Perez
Got me sellin' this dope to anyone on two legs
Boys talkin' down, but I give 2 fucks
Step in my face, I put you in an all-black tux
Layin' in a casket, hard as a rock
My lead, hit'cha head and make it snap, crackle, and pop
Now how many times do I have to tell ya?
All my life I've been called a failure!
My freestyle flow, is so untouchable
I just got out the county jail two months ago
Now I'm in the studio, just like Julio
In the city where them bitches never won a Super Bowl
Man I can't stop, I'm a keep on droppin'
Seven of my bitches at the same mall shoppin'
At the galleria, tell me have you seen her?
I fuck a country singer and a Houston ballerina
Plus a fine ass China, I used to be a dreamer
Now I bought my Mom and Dad a navigator and a beamer
Leave a mark in this game, ask Ted Indian
I don't give a fuck cuz every month I make a million.
Breakdown [Ayana M.]:
Fire...
We on fire...
We ain't gone stop...
Droppin' these bombs...
I woke up quick, at around 2: 00
Jumped in my benz, picked up DJ Screw
Boys out there, makin' them tapes
Separate the real niggas from the fakes
My boy just got out, did a flat ten
And he just can't stop talkin' bout that pen
My best friend, but time destroys all men
Now he don't give a fuck about goin' again
It ain't all good, but I ain't missin' no money
I'm just a thug muthafucka and you can't take nothin' from me
Somebody once said they wanna see me dead
The next week they found the boy with two holes in his head
I break bread with my killas in the H-TX
It's the SP-Mex, in the all black stretch
Known for my purity, pride, and security
A house costs as much as one piece of my jewelry.
Chorus:
Cuz the boys on the cut don't give a fuck
You come talkin' that shit, your eyes get shut
Boys out there, slangin' that yay
Only pussy muthafuckas say that crime don't pay. [x2]
2nd Verse:
The time has come, and the day is here
Two thousand one, is my muthafuckin' year
I come from the head, it's the boy named Los
The one that got everybody on they toes
Straight up, and still I sell dope for a livin'
In the form of a compact disc, fuck prison
No more savin' cans, no more collectin' pennies
I'll have your fuckin' clique hollerin' "Who killed Kenny?"
For my Gangsta bitch, that I just met
She ridin' my dick, chuckin' up her set
I dance with the wolves, this is for my hood
Got the whole World fiendin' for the dope I cut.
Chorus:
Cuz the boys on the cut don't give a fuck
You come talkin' that shit, your eyes get shut
Boys out there, slangin' that yay
Only pussy muthafuckas say that crime don't pay.
Breakdown [Ayana M.]:
Fire...
We on fire...
We ain't gone stop...
Droppin' these bombs... [x2]
3rd Verse:
I was 12 years old, when I did my first jack
And I don't think that bitch ever got her purse back
With 15 rocks, I bought my first car
Cooked my first batch of dope in a pickle jar
It's like uno, dos, tres, young Happy Perez
Got me sellin' this dope to anyone on two legs
Boys talkin' down, but I give 2 fucks
Step in my face, I put you in an all-black tux
Layin' in a casket, hard as a rock
My lead, hit'cha head and make it snap, crackle, and pop
Now how many times do I have to tell ya?
All my life I've been called a failure!
My freestyle flow, is so untouchable
I just got out the county jail two months ago
Now I'm in the studio, just like Julio
In the city where them bitches never won a Super Bowl
Man I can't stop, I'm a keep on droppin'
Seven of my bitches at the same mall shoppin'
At the galleria, tell me have you seen her?
I fuck a country singer and a Houston ballerina
Plus a fine ass China, I used to be a dreamer
Now I bought my Mom and Dad a navigator and a beamer
Leave a mark in this game, ask Ted Indian
I don't give a fuck cuz every month I make a million.
Breakdown [Ayana M.]:
Fire...
We on fire...
We ain't gone stop...
Droppin' these bombs...
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.21] 1st Verse:
[00:00.84] I woke up quick, at around 2: 00
[00:02.52] Jumped in my benz, picked up DJ Screw
[00:05.11] Boys out there, makin' them tapes
[00:08.66] Separate the real niggas from the fakes
[00:11.46] My boy just got out, did a flat ten
[00:14.25] And he just can't stop talkin' bout that pen
[00:17.11] My best friend, but time destroys all men
[00:19.77] Now he don't give a fuck about goin' again
[00:23.22] It ain't all good, but I ain't missin' no money
[00:25.89] I'm just a thug muthafucka and you can't take nothin' from me
[00:29.83] Somebody once said they wanna see me dead
[00:31.72] The next week they found the boy with two holes in his head
[00:34.67] I break bread with my killas in the H-TX
[00:37.79] It's the SP-Mex, in the all black stretch
[00:40.60] Known for my purity, pride, and security
[00:43.61] A house costs as much as one piece of my jewelry.
[00:46.52] Chorus:
[00:47.42] Cuz the boys on the cut don't give a fuck
[00:49.30] You come talkin' that shit, your eyes get shut
[00:52.19] Boys out there, slangin' that yay
[00:55.26] Only pussy muthafuckas say that crime don't pay. [x2]
[00:58.56] 2nd Verse:
[01:09.94] The time has come, and the day is here
[01:12.61] Two thousand one, is my muthafuckin' year
[01:16.07] I come from the head, it's the boy named Los
[01:18.61] The one that got everybody on they toes
[01:21.52] Straight up, and still I sell dope for a livin'
[01:24.54] In the form of a compact disc, fuck prison
[01:27.94] No more savin' cans, no more collectin' pennies
[01:32.11] I'll have your fuckin' clique hollerin' "Who killed Kenny?"
[01:33.45] For my Gangsta bitch, that I just met
[01:36.48] She ridin' my dick, chuckin' up her set
[01:39.13] I dance with the wolves, this is for my hood
[01:42.06] Got the whole World fiendin' for the dope I cut.
[01:44.85] Chorus:
[01:46.79] Cuz the boys on the cut don't give a fuck
[01:48.32] You come talkin' that shit, your eyes get shut
[01:50.76] Boys out there, slangin' that yay
[01:53.77] Only pussy muthafuckas say that crime don't pay.
[01:56.45] Breakdown [Ayana M.]:
[02:08.56] Fire...
[02:09.91] We on fire...
[02:12.57] We ain't gone stop...
[02:16.83] Droppin' these bombs... [x2]
[02:21.10] 3rd Verse:
[02:31.57] I was 12 years old, when I did my first jack
[02:34.85] And I don't think that bitch ever got her purse back
[02:38.02] With 15 rocks, I bought my first car
[02:40.61] Cooked my first batch of dope in a pickle jar
[02:43.55] It's like uno, dos, tres, young Happy Perez
[02:46.31] Got me sellin' this dope to anyone on two legs
[02:49.77] Boys talkin' down, but I give 2 fucks
[02:52.31] Step in my face, I put you in an all-black tux
[02:55.66] Layin' in a casket, hard as a rock
[02:58.18] My lead, hit'cha head and make it snap, crackle, and pop
[03:01.29] Now how many times do I have to tell ya?
[03:04.47] All my life I've been called a failure!
[03:07.50] My freestyle flow, is so untouchable
[03:10.43] I just got out the county jail two months ago
[03:13.41] Now I'm in the studio, just like Julio
[03:16.21] In the city where them bitches never won a Super Bowl
[03:19.38] Man I can't stop, I'm a keep on droppin'
[03:22.10] Seven of my bitches at the same mall shoppin'
[03:25.35] At the galleria, tell me have you seen her?
[03:27.85] I fuck a country singer and a Houston ballerina
[03:30.65] Plus a fine ass China, I used to be a dreamer
[03:33.45] Now I bought my Mom and Dad a navigator and a beamer
[03:36.68] Leave a mark in this game, ask Ted Indian
[03:39.82] I don't give a fuck cuz every month I make a million.
[03:42.82] Breakdown [Ayana M.]:
[03:43.83] Fire...
[03:45.08] We on fire...
[03:47.73] We ain't gone stop...
[03:50.50] Droppin' these bombs...
[03:54.22]
[00:00.84] I woke up quick, at around 2: 00
[00:02.52] Jumped in my benz, picked up DJ Screw
[00:05.11] Boys out there, makin' them tapes
[00:08.66] Separate the real niggas from the fakes
[00:11.46] My boy just got out, did a flat ten
[00:14.25] And he just can't stop talkin' bout that pen
[00:17.11] My best friend, but time destroys all men
[00:19.77] Now he don't give a fuck about goin' again
[00:23.22] It ain't all good, but I ain't missin' no money
[00:25.89] I'm just a thug muthafucka and you can't take nothin' from me
[00:29.83] Somebody once said they wanna see me dead
[00:31.72] The next week they found the boy with two holes in his head
[00:34.67] I break bread with my killas in the H-TX
[00:37.79] It's the SP-Mex, in the all black stretch
[00:40.60] Known for my purity, pride, and security
[00:43.61] A house costs as much as one piece of my jewelry.
[00:46.52] Chorus:
[00:47.42] Cuz the boys on the cut don't give a fuck
[00:49.30] You come talkin' that shit, your eyes get shut
[00:52.19] Boys out there, slangin' that yay
[00:55.26] Only pussy muthafuckas say that crime don't pay. [x2]
[00:58.56] 2nd Verse:
[01:09.94] The time has come, and the day is here
[01:12.61] Two thousand one, is my muthafuckin' year
[01:16.07] I come from the head, it's the boy named Los
[01:18.61] The one that got everybody on they toes
[01:21.52] Straight up, and still I sell dope for a livin'
[01:24.54] In the form of a compact disc, fuck prison
[01:27.94] No more savin' cans, no more collectin' pennies
[01:32.11] I'll have your fuckin' clique hollerin' "Who killed Kenny?"
[01:33.45] For my Gangsta bitch, that I just met
[01:36.48] She ridin' my dick, chuckin' up her set
[01:39.13] I dance with the wolves, this is for my hood
[01:42.06] Got the whole World fiendin' for the dope I cut.
[01:44.85] Chorus:
[01:46.79] Cuz the boys on the cut don't give a fuck
[01:48.32] You come talkin' that shit, your eyes get shut
[01:50.76] Boys out there, slangin' that yay
[01:53.77] Only pussy muthafuckas say that crime don't pay.
[01:56.45] Breakdown [Ayana M.]:
[02:08.56] Fire...
[02:09.91] We on fire...
[02:12.57] We ain't gone stop...
[02:16.83] Droppin' these bombs... [x2]
[02:21.10] 3rd Verse:
[02:31.57] I was 12 years old, when I did my first jack
[02:34.85] And I don't think that bitch ever got her purse back
[02:38.02] With 15 rocks, I bought my first car
[02:40.61] Cooked my first batch of dope in a pickle jar
[02:43.55] It's like uno, dos, tres, young Happy Perez
[02:46.31] Got me sellin' this dope to anyone on two legs
[02:49.77] Boys talkin' down, but I give 2 fucks
[02:52.31] Step in my face, I put you in an all-black tux
[02:55.66] Layin' in a casket, hard as a rock
[02:58.18] My lead, hit'cha head and make it snap, crackle, and pop
[03:01.29] Now how many times do I have to tell ya?
[03:04.47] All my life I've been called a failure!
[03:07.50] My freestyle flow, is so untouchable
[03:10.43] I just got out the county jail two months ago
[03:13.41] Now I'm in the studio, just like Julio
[03:16.21] In the city where them bitches never won a Super Bowl
[03:19.38] Man I can't stop, I'm a keep on droppin'
[03:22.10] Seven of my bitches at the same mall shoppin'
[03:25.35] At the galleria, tell me have you seen her?
[03:27.85] I fuck a country singer and a Houston ballerina
[03:30.65] Plus a fine ass China, I used to be a dreamer
[03:33.45] Now I bought my Mom and Dad a navigator and a beamer
[03:36.68] Leave a mark in this game, ask Ted Indian
[03:39.82] I don't give a fuck cuz every month I make a million.
[03:42.82] Breakdown [Ayana M.]:
[03:43.83] Fire...
[03:45.08] We on fire...
[03:47.73] We ain't gone stop...
[03:50.50] Droppin' these bombs...
[03:54.22]