Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cutthroat Game, artist - Spice 1. Album song The Ridah, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 07.06.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Thug World
Song language: English
Cutthroat Game |
All this time I been, strategizing my uprising |
When you motherfuckers thought I fell off, but I’m still ridin |
Niggas must’ve forgotten who got the gangsta shit poppin |
N.W.A, Too Short, Spice 1, And 2Pac |
And fuck you niggas rappin wack shit, 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-ass niggas can’t fuck wit old school soldiers |
Back in the day in 80 tre, young niggas was slangin bolders |
And spot and spit gangsta rhythms and poetry colder |
Then the average motherfucker, man you niggas is suckas |
Kissin the record company ass when all they gon do is fuck us |
Givin up ya points and publishing, man don’t act like no bitch |
Nigga, It’s art and you the artist, be down for ya shit |
Nigga, It’s hard, gut you the hardest, be down for ya name |
Cause it’s a mo-motherfuckin cu-cu-cutthroat game |
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 |
Excuse me lil nigga, what the fuck did you say? |
I been platinum since 91 from Japan to the East Bay |
Fuck what he say or she say |
I got ridahs from susanville to niggas up in chino pressin replay |
Gangsta walker, professional shit talker |
Spendin rap money from 89, Call me the time baller |
This ghetto baller wasn’t puttin hands on you solos |
Fuck you up on the mic and put slugs through ya car, Though |
First, you dumb motherfucker, then you the motherfucker |
Then you some motherfucker, again fuck all you suckas |
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 suckas |
I was 16 wit hustler’s dreams |
From bein a ballin-ass rapper, Take some cream |
I ain’t sayin you smoke crack, But you actin kinda crackish |
If you ain’t knowin bout Bossalini that gangsta mackish |
Fuck the taliban nigga, it was the caliban |
Then cali got scared of the gangsta shit we was sayin |
Doin and livin, breathing, eatin, and shittin |
Ebonic spittin, niggas dumber than fo spittin |
West coast thug shit 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 shit in the game |
Remember record company rule #4080? |
Watch ya back cause motherfuckers is shady |
By the way, don’t let these industry motherfuckers get up in ya brain |
Cause it’s a mo-motherfuckin cu-cutthroat game |