Boys on da Cut

I woke up quick at around two

Jump in my Benz and pick up DJ Screw

Boys out there makin' them tapes

Separate the real **** 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 we 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 motherfucker 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 killers in the HTX

It's the SP Mex in the all-black stretch

Known for my purity, private security

Your house costs as much as one piece of my jewelry

'Cause the boys on da cut don't give a fuck

You come talkin' that shit, ya eyes get shut

Boys out there slingin' their yay

Only pussy motherfuckers say that crime don't pay

'Cause the boys on da cut don't give a fuck

You come talkin' that shit, ya eyes get shut

Boys out there slingin' their yay

Only pussy motherfuckers say that crime don't pay

The time has come and the day is here

2001 is my motherfucking 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?

With my gangster bitch that I just met

She ridin' my dick, junkin' up her set

I dance with the wolves, this is for my hood

Got the whole world fiendin' for the dope I cook

'Cause the boys on da cut don't give a fuck

You come talkin' that shit, ya eyes get shut

Boys out there slingin' their yay

Only pussy motherfuckers say that crime don't pay

'Cause the boys on da cut don't give a fuck

You come talkin' that shit, ya eyes get shut

Boys out there slingin' their yay

Only pussy motherfuckers say that crime don't pay

Fire

We on fire

We ain't gon' stop

Droppin' these bombs

Fire

We on fire

We ain't gon' stop

Droppin' these bombs

I was 12 years old when I did my first jack

And I don't think that bitch ever got her purse back

With fifteen rocks, I buy my first car

And cut 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'll put you in a all-black tux

Layin' in the casket, hard as a rock

My lead hit your 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 freak style flow, it's 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 the 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 ya 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 'cause every month I make a million

Fire

We on fire

We ain't gon' stop

Droppin' these bombs

Fire

We on fire

We ain't gon' stop

Droppin' these bombs