| 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 |