Cutthroat

Yeah!
Recognize muthafuckas
Every time a camel wins a camel loses
All about the numbers smack niggas off they arses
On the block with that raw shit flossin' the fly Porsches
For you I’m shoppin' coffins you asleep with the corpses
Word is bond the shoes bigger long
Fuck with me eradicate whatever set you on
I’m a hungry shark in the pond
I bite a nigga head til his whole neck is gone
Master of Ceremonies shoot us wait it that a phony
Recognize muthafucka better act like you know me
Shinobi I liv like everybody ow me
We’re right up in your section slap the shit out you homies
World small on stage you as bond smith
Every bar spiff anybody up in trash get they jaw shift
Fire I spit like a full fifth
A blessing to this Earth bitch I’m God’s gift
Yo why is that man dead?
Breaks a bottle and slit his fucking tongue
The formula is for the moolah
I smoke the Buddah as well as any intruders 'cause it’s always war but not
maneuver
The life ruined I brought bandanas when I shoot you
My grandma always told me only butches wear up boozies
Just remember there’s a difference between evil rulers and evil-doers
Leave you in the sewers 'cause most of these dudes are real losers
The streets are pompous and beggars can’t be choosers
Rumor is you put numerous bullets in these accusers
It’d be a pity of the music industry isn’t soulless
Stick to the underground and you might find where its soul is
But is his soul his? Just know this is a feeling that loses meaning trying to
describe what a soul is
The raw focus controlled by unknown forces
So you better beware of the wolfpack that roams the forest
More or less this is a business that lacks the morals
Such inverse through the dark portal and kill those that aren’t mortal
Reel Wolf!