SPM - Boys On Da Cut Lyrics

1st Verse:I woke up quick, at around 2: 00Jumped in my benz, picked up DJ ScrewBoys out there, makin' them tapesSeparate the real niggas from the fakesMy boy just got out, did a flat tenAnd he just can't stop talkin' bout that penMy best friend, but time destroys all menNow he don't give a fuck about goin' againIt ain't all good, but I ain't missin' no moneyI'm just a thug muthafucka and you can't take nothin' from meSomebody once said they wanna see me deadThe next week they found the boy with two holes in his headI break bread with my killas in the H-TXIt's the SP-Mex, in the all black stretchKnown for my purity, pride, and securityA house costs as much as one piece of my jewelry.Chorus:Cuz the boys on the cut don't give a fuckYou come talkin' that shit, your eyes get shutBoys out there, slangin' that yayOnly pussy muthafuckas say that crime don't pay. [x2]2nd Verse:The time has come, and the day is hereTwo thousand one, is my muthafuckin' yearI come from the head, it's the boy named LosThe one that got everybody on they toesStraight up, and still I sell dope for a livin'In the form of a compact disc, fuck prisonNo more savin' cans, no more collectin' penniesI'll have your fuckin' clique hollerin' "Who killed Kenny?"For my Gangsta bitch, that I just metShe ridin' my dick, chuckin' up her setI dance with the wolves, this is for my hoodGot the whole World fiendin' for the dope I cut.Chorus:Cuz the boys on the cut don't give a fuckYou come talkin' that shit, your eyes get shutBoys out there, slangin' that yayOnly pussy muthafuckas say that crime don't pay.Breakdown [Ayana M.]:Fire...We on fire...We ain't gone stop...Droppin' these bombs... [x2]3rd Verse:I was 12 years old, when I did my first jackAnd I don't think that bitch ever got her purse backWith 15 rocks, I bought my first carCooked my first batch of dope in a pickle jarIt's like uno, dos, tres, young Happy PerezGot me sellin' this dope to anyone on two legsBoys talkin' down, but I give 2 fucksStep in my face, I put you in an all-black tuxLayin' in a casket, hard as a rockMy lead, hit'cha head and make it snap, crackle, and popNow how many times do I have to tell ya?All my life I've been called a failure!My freestyle flow, is so untouchableI just got out the county jail two months agoNow I'm in the studio, just like JulioIn the city where them bitches never won a Super BowlMan I can't stop, I'm a 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 ballerinaPlus a fine ass China, I used to be a dreamerNow I bought my Mom and Dad a navigator and a beamerLeave a mark in this game, ask Ted IndianI don't give a fuck cuz every month I make a million.Breakdown [Ayana M.]:Fire...We on fire...We ain't gone stop...Droppin' these bombs...