Spice 1 - Cutthroat Game lyrics

[Verse 1] All this time I been, strategizing my uprising When you motherf**ers thought I fell off, but I'm still ridin n***az must've forgotten who got the gangsta sh** poppin N.W.A, Too Short, Spice 1, And 2Pac And f** you n***az rappin wack sh**, you dodgin the game I keep two little twin glocks, bring you the pain We can bust wit these pistols or throw up from the shoulders Cause you mark-a** n***az can't f** wit old school soldiers Back in the day in 80 tre, young n***az was slangin bolders And spot and spit gangsta rhythms and poetry colder Then the average motherf**er, man you n***az is s**as Kissin the record company a** when all they gon do is f** us Givin up ya points and publishing, man don't act like no b**h n***a, It's art and you the artist, be down for ya sh** n***a, It's hard, gut you the hardest, be down for ya name Cause it's a mo-motherf**in cu-cu-cutthroat game [Chorus 2x] I'm standin in the path of a hurricane Livin on the edge of a razor, man I'm tryin to keep it crackin, But it ain't the same Cause the game so cutthroat, Cutthroat [Verse 2] Excuse me lil n***a, what the f** did you say? I been platinum since 91 from Japan to the East Bay f** what he say or she say I got ridahs from susanville to n***az up in chino pressin replay Gangsta walker, professional sh** talker Spendin rap money from 89, Call me the time baller This ghetto baller wasn't puttin hands on you solos f** you up on the mic and put slugs through ya car, Though First, you dumb motherf**er, then you the motherf**er Then you some motherf**er, again f** all you s**as My first album went gold wit nobody but me on it One of the first gangsta rappers wit a plaque rollin weed on it Glocks and pistols on the album cover Pointin heat in my videos, callin my enemies s**as I was 16 wit hustler's dreams From bein a ballin-a** rapper, Take some cream [Chorus 2x] [Verse 3] I ain't sayin you smoke crack, But you actin kinda crackish If you ain't knowin bout Bossalini that gangsta mackish f** the taliban n***a, it was the caliban Then cali got scared of the gangsta sh** we was sayin Doin and livin, breathing, eatin, and sh**tin Ebonic spittin, n***az dumber than fo spittin West coast thug sh** to the fullest, it's automatic If it's drama, then we comin 3 deep, that's how we at it I ain't sayin you smoke crack, but you actin kinda crackish If you ain't knowin bout bossalini that gangsta mackish I'm still gettin fan mail from switzerland spain And I'm bout to drop some more thug sh** in the game Remember record company rule #4080? Watch ya back cause motherf**ers is shady By the way, don't let these industry motherf**ers get up in ya brain Cause it's a mo-motherf**in cu-cutthroat game [Chorus 7x]