Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cut You Loose , by - Slaughterhouse. Release date: 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 |