C.U.T.T.H.O.A.T. - Mac Dre, Cutthoat Committee

Some of these niggas is gay, they switching

Bite my style everyday I switch it

Fruity ass niggas sweeter than the exit

Get slapped and cussed out like a bitch get

A Cutthoat girl, just ain’t simplistic

Knew about the war when I enlisted

Fought hard for the gravy that’s on my biscuit

Now I eat crab and grilled beef brisket

Can’t deny this salvia on my dick tip

Or the lipstick, Backwoods got me lifted

I’m gifted, every show I ripped it

Stayed on course while you others drifted

Or rims put them on a Benz and dipped it

Or the studio with Coolio Da Cryptic

This thizz I eat got my teeth clinching

Starting player while you niggas is benching

Men, all should be

Men, all should be

I’m hollering yo ho ho

Steady blowing hydro

Waving a black flag, y’all see the skull and cross bones

I knock domes, get shitty with the Committee or all alone

Gets me all up in my zone, trying to bubble up like foam

A turf gator, me any niggas lock blocks with capers

I’mma knock, knock and rock ya Amadeus

I’m the greatest, Cassius Clay this track

I’m hollering Cutthoat Camp

Nigga ain’t nothing on that

Go put your bucks on that

We get down, I get down, let’s get down

If she gonna get down, I get down and sit down

Boy I’m all in it

Represent it and spit it just to get it

Feel it when I spit it

If I done it then I did it

Keep it all heave ho

Addicted to squeezeo’s

Boy it’s all on a Beezo for me though

Chippers like it’s Reno

The hustlematic addict, spiller savage

Keep it Cutthoatish, till these niggas understand it

A nigga groovy like a black movie

With nigga in it

That Remy green bout, I’m spillin' it with Furley and Dubee

I holler Cutthoat 'til they bury into me

Fuck a thought if it ain’t beneficiary

Experience be the teacher here

Niggas queers, bitches that’s scary

I’m in a hurry trying to scrape up a treaty

Wreaking havoc on your building

I’ll duct tape your girl and your children

Get the cash and a whole half a bird I’mma steal it

If lord willing no killing

I’mma leave no feelings for these bleezy’s

I ain’t shiesty and pricey

Show them, have my way

A nice little black bitch with ass and some

I’m likely trying to toss dick and back her face

No chase, straight laced, from the gates we silent

And no haste and straight waste if it ain’t paps or profit

These street corner cats want it, can’t wait to cop it

It’s Turf dough, Cutthoat we can’t wait to knock it