Boys On Da Cut lyrics

Boys On Da Cut lyrics

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Boys On Da Cut lyrics

Send "Boys On Da Cut" Ringtone to your Cell f/ Ayana M. [First Verse] I woke up quick, at around two Jumped in my benz, picked up DJ Screw Boys out there, makin` them tapes Separate the real niggas from the fakes My boy just got out, did a flat ten And he just can`t stop talkin` bout that pen My best friend, but time destroys all men Now he don`t give a fuck about goin` again It ain`t all good, but I ain`t missin` no money I`m just a thug muthafucka and you can`t take nothin` from me Somebody once said they wanna see me dead The next week they found the boy with two holes in his head I break bread with my killas in the H-TX It`s the SP-Mex, in the all black stretch Known for my purity, pride, and security A house costs as much as one piece of my jewelry [Chorus: repeat 2X] Cuz the boys on the cut don`t give a fuck You come talkin` that shit, your eyes get shut Boys out there, slangin` that yay Only pussy muthafuckas say that crime don`t pay [Second Verse] The time has come, and the day is here Two thousand one, is my muthafuckin` year I come from the head, it`s the boy named Los The one that got everybody on they toes Straight up, and still I sell dope for a livin` In the form of a compact disc, fuck prison No more savin` cans, no more collectin` pennies I`ll have your fuckin` clique hollerin` `Who killed Kenny?` For my Gangsta bitch, that I just met She ridin` my dick, chuckin` up her set I dance with the wolves, this is for my hood Got the whole World fiendin` for the dope I cut [Chorus] [Bridge 2X: Ayana M.] Fire...... We on fire....... We ain`t gone stop.... Droppin` these boooooombs..... [Third Verse] I was twelve years old, when I did my first jack And I don`t think that bitch ever got her purse back With fifteen rocks, I bought my first car Cooked my first batch of dope in a pickle jar It`s like uno, dos, tres, young Happy Perez Got me sellin` this dope to anyone on two legs Boys talkin` down, but I give two fucks Step in my face, I put you in an all-black tux Layin` in a casket, hard as a rock My lead, hit`cha head and make it snap, crackle, and pop Now how many times do I have to tell ya? All my life I`ve been called a failure! My freestyle flow, is so untouchable I just got out the county jail two months ago Now I`m in the studio, just like Julio In the city where them bitches never won a Super Bowl Man I can`t stop, I`ma keep on droppin` Seven of my bitches at the same mall shoppin` At the galleria, tell me have you seen her? I fuck a country singer and a Houston ballerina Plus a fine ass China, I used to be a dreamer Now I bought my Mom and Dad a navigator and a beamer Leave a mark in this game, Aztec Indian I don`t give a fuck cuz every month I make a million [Bridge Send " Boys On Da Cut" Ringtone to your Cell Boys On Da Cut lyrics @ Burbler Lyrics | Boys On Da Cut lyrics @ ELyrics | Boys On Da Cut lyrics @ Kovideo | South Park Mexican Lyrics and Video @ MusicBabylon | Boys On Da Cut lyrics @ Songlyrics | Boys On Da Cut lyrics @ ELyricsWorld

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