Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cut You Loose, artist - Slaughterhouse.
Date of issue: 10.08.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Cut You Loose |
It’s like a love-hate relationship |
Riding in the Ferrari while takin trips |
Compared to beer taking sips |
Sitting somewhere in a Camaro with racing strips |
Either way you embrace it |
Can’t no amount of money or lady replace it |
And after all this rhymin' |
If I refer to you as a girl niggas’d call this Common |
I’m through as a fan |
No disrespect to music, I’m talkin to you as a man |
How the FUCK is you flossing a Benz? |
Listening to this nigga Rick Ross dissing Em? |
Jim Jones dissing Jay? |
This rap shit done gone a different way (that's right) |
I know my lawyers play the lies game |
It’s okay for Soulja Boy to say Nas' name? |
Nothing but ludicrous answers |
The game backwards like dancers |
Shooting on the same dancefloor you grew up and answer |
To them shooters, now them shooters is dancing |
FUCK you too! |
You corny so I gotta cut you loose |
I looked in my book of rhymes, took the sign |
I swear I heard a few of my nigga Crooked lines |
I got these A&R's heart racing |
Got them in fear of me sonning they flagship artists for spitting |
This is bar raisin' |
I’m raisin' the bar so far trying to look at it’s equivalent to star gazin' |
Think I’d rather be water-boarded (you feel me?) |
Than to listen to what y’all recorded (for real G) |
Hell no, I will not support it |
Rather switch places with the child mom’s aborted (kill me) |
My skills be on point like a flying dart |
Sometimes I feel like the messiah of a dying art |
A whole other animal, not the kind that departed on the giant ark |
But a vulture with a lion heart |
I eloquently breathe fire |
I speak for the Eastsiders like I got a Long Beach speech writer |
And I could teach riders how to do they thang |
So they won’t ruin the game for coming off lame |
We could be birds of a feather, what does it mean? |
Think about it, that mean I put you under my wing |
Or I’ma leave this hip-hop thing to all you wack dudes |
Cut you loose, you’re no good I have to, cut you loose |
Call me a hater when I’m tellin the truth (expect it) |
SoundScan is unveilin' the proof (respect it) |
Here’s somethin you could NEVER dispute |
The last time I spit a rhyme the roof fell in the booth (I wreck shit) |
Man I feel ruined inside |
Somebody tell me what to do, I’m a guy |
That loves music but I am truly through with the vibe |
Sometimes I wish it was dead, rather than look this stupid alive (word) |
I found out I been pursuing a lie |
It’s nothing like, what I thought, man the proof’s in the pie |
'Cause ain’t no pudding in the hood when niggas shoot to survive |
But what’s my single? |
Ask dude in the suit and a tie |
Who stole the whip, man? |
I’m losing my drive |
I remember when singles used to have cuts on it |
Nowadays the rewind button got mad dust on it |
Can’t bring it back if it’s wack, when they come back then it’s crack |
I’m fiending for somethin good so I can puff on it |
Y’all don’t even give me a buzz |
I can’t enjoy a glass of beer if it’s really just suds |
Nothing there but the air in y’all heads |
Man I’m fed dog, I had it up to HERE (done!) |
I’m cutting you loose, fucking abuse |
I can’t believe they in your talks when you discussing the truth |
These dudes suck and they bad liars |
This is not what I expected when I was 11 stepping up in rap cyphers |
(What's goin on?) I thought you had to be mad nice |
But apparently you could be trash as long as you look good and have ice |
I ain’t complaining, I’m just saying though |
There’s no reason a musician should wanna watch a television |
Instead of be listening to the radio |
I’m cutting you loose |
Look, I used to dream of just bein' wit’chu |
Woulda probably gave whatever to be seen wit’chu |
On the block on the scene wit’chu |
And the most beautiful thing wit’chu |
Is we shared the same passion and I could get cream wit’chu |
Not a qualm, not a problem, not a single issue |
Then we started arguing, having single issues |
Something’s off nowadays, you don’t seem official |
SO! |
«You're no good I have to cut you loooooose» |
I see you with them other artists and it’s sickening |
Everything’s changed since we parted, you been different |
Do whatever for bread boo when you started tricking |
For real though, «You're no good I have to cut you loooooose» |
How you could thug me? |
If I can’t be me when I’m wit’chu, tell me how could you love me? |
(How you) Get so ugly — eat it, beat it, treat it better than niggas |
So you still be dying to fuck me, baby don’t interrupt me! |
Ain’t complete trying to compete but you judge me |
What you really think of me, you disgust me |
I 12-step my addict itch |
So Method Man, you could have that bitch |
But now she got neighbors against me, still her favorite MC |
I just hit her hard and she got papers against me |
It’s cool; |
I get up with you later if meant be |
Just text them old heads, tell them mate with they memories |