Boys On Da Cut

(albüm: Time Is Money - 2000)

[First Verse:]

I woke up quick, at around two
Jumped in my benz, picked up DJ Screw
Boys out there, making them tapes
Separate the real niggas from the fakes
My boy just got out, did a flat ten
And he just can't stop talking bout that pen
My best friend, but time destroys all men
Now he don't give a fuck about going again
It ain't all good, but I ain't missing no money
I'm just a thug muthafucka and you can't take nothing 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:]

Cuz the boys on the cut don't give a fuck
You come talking that shit, your eyes get shut
Boys out there, slanging that yay
Only pussy muthafuckas say that crime don't pay

[2x]

[Second Verse:]

The time has come, and the day is here
Two thousand one, is my muthafucking 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 living
In the form of a compact disc, fuck prison
No more saving cans, no more collecting pennies
I'll have your fucking clique hollering "Who killed Kenny?"
For my Gangsta bitch, that I just met
She riding my dick, chucking up her set
I dance with the wolves, this is for my hood
Got the whole World fiending for the dope I cut

[Chorus]

[Bridge (Ayana M.):]

Fire......
We on fire.......
We ain't gone stop....
Dropping these boooooombs.....

[2x]

[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 selling this dope to anyone on two legs
Boys talking down, but I give two fucks
Step in my face, I put you in an all-black tux
Laying 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 dropping
Seven of my bitches at the same mall shopping
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, ask Ted Indian
I don't give a fuck cuz every month I make a million

[Bridge]