Project Pat - Cut Throat lyrics

[Juicy J: Hook] n***as so cut throat they robbin' own brother (Damn) Hurtin' their own mother (Damn!) I think this sh** gutter n***as so gone off that beacon They don't evem thinkin' 'bout the risk, they take it [Juicy J: Verse 1] Your life go flash before your eyes from the .45 Bullet's duck piled up in your head n***a you can die Hyde Park Mafia is the click down from homicides All of us are murders, that you heard bro it ain't no lie n***as got murked, kiddnapped even bodies tied Took out with a trigger or with a throat slit peoples workin' wild So much game violence in the hood, how you stay alive? Always watch your back and keep it real but they still ain't fine Missle crack your head over he say she say Six street to the man from the lane to you damn grave Beggars if they see this is real, you can't do that Spread word like you sellin' dope, you undercover rat [Juicy J: Hook x2] n***as so cut throat they robbin' own brother (Damn) Hurtin' their own mother (Damn!) I think this sh** gutter Mayne n***as so gone off that beacon They don't evem thinkin' 'bout the risk, they take it [Project Pat: Verse 2] 40 racks, 50 racks slanging n***as dummies packs An 14 shoted to your head, where the money at? Get your olders, yeah they told us that u were here ridim' ours Spending money on these hoes, I see that you lost your focus Psycho crazy like a Joker, fool this ain't no comic book! Known of the choppers with guns, Crook By The Book Gone pa**ed your momma house, your boys saw me ridin' Cause shooting off your momma house, will bring you what I hidin' And they owe me 10 racks, cause a soldier have a brick But dope ain't with your buddies wait what they got to do with it? Pistol with me I'm like a cooker, beats yo brains out like a hooker Weed full in a fiff pack it, pistol in his mouth I co*k it! [Juicy J: Hook x2] n***as so cut throat they robbin' own brother (Damn) Hurtin' their own mother (Damn!) I think this sh** gutter Mayne n***as so gone off that beacon They don't evem thinkin' 'bout the risk, they take it [Brisco: Verse 3] See they locked me in lecture, I will put that real in their ears No table manners, no morals and no respect for your peers Gonna be a recession, I got them stressin' for dollars Got them lookin for troubles and got them totin' their choppers I remember what my old girl told me She say all n***as cut throat, and all these hoes phoney That is bearing in my head, my question get bakin' And I will be damn if I let any motherf**er take it Mafia! It's lot of us, touring in the larger bus f** goin' to jail, esctasios for larger cust' We all know bakin' soda make a lot fam And we all know hard head, make a soft affair [Juicy J: Hook x2] n***as so cut throat they robbin' own brother (Damn) Hurtin' their own mother (Damn!) I think this sh** gutter Mayne n***as so gone off that beacon They don't evem thinkin' 'bout the risk, they take it