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cutthroats - stop lookin' at me lyrics

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f/ guru

yeah we got the cutthroats!!

i’m sick walking down the street

watchin n-gg-z

walk by, drive by

rockin me like b-tches

stop lookin at me, stop lookin at me

stop lookin at me

(and put the money in a big bag)

stop lookin at me, stop lookin at me

stop lookin at me

(and put the cash in a bag)

watch ya step can kill for a set b-tch, dont stop

open up ya eyes mothef-cker just, whos next

comin at ya ruff for ’93

its the hardest cutthroat m-th-rf-ckerz

an puttin n-gg- causin sh-t

yo, we gotta keep it hard

we gotta keep ’em jumpin

music for the n-gg-z that be bustin’ headz open

lay back for a while

uncultivated stylez

n-gg-z get ’em up

get ’em up and get ’em wild

you got me rough tough, truly rockin wit the stylez

most n-gg-z wouldnt dream about a battle coz were wild

and the compet-tion you be wishin

we start dissin coz you motherf-ckers wouldnt listen

when we said we was on a mission

i’m cukoo for killin’ so p-ss-es w-ssup

i drink milk an i’m strong plus i dont give a f-ck

yo i say we be large if the n-gg-z didnt rumble

the hemispheres would crash

and the planets would just crumble

so all ya n-gg-z waiting to f-ck up my set

be my guest b-tch-boy get wrecked

so all that kindness an killing

does it really attract?

yo seb boy why ya talking

stop lookin at me!!!!

stop lookin at me, stop lookin at me

stop lookin at me

(and put the money in a big bag)

stop lookin at me, stop lookin at me

stop lookin at me

(and put the cash in a bag)

yo i’m bald head slick an i came to get

whatevers in my path when i choose to get a grip

“on the toole”

which i use to counteract and attack the unruly

wasteful hateful, you know like ungrateful

mr potatoe head- i made you

“yes i made you, mr potatoe head i made you

i made you, i made you

mr potatoe head i made you”

my killer is my enemy, f-ck that gas me up sh-t

why’d you put it in my pocket!!

ya crack me up kid, ya stupid

i’m much more agile than ever

got more stylez than you whatever

i’m coming through baby-the choice is yours

coming against me, ya voice is torn into pieces

think its time that you really understood

that we are u,n,t,o,u,c,h,a,b,l,e

indesructable peewee

i dont give a f-ck if you talk sh-t

i’ll make you a follower

p-ssin out leaflets

so beef this (beef what!?!)

stop lookin at me, stop lookin at me

stop lookin at me

(and put the money in a big bag)

stop lookin at me, stop lookin at me

stop lookin at me

(and put the cash in a bag)

yo i thought i saw a p-ssy n-gg-!

what! i did, i did

you steppin into the hardcore jerk

yo f-ck that lets do this kid

now if a man step to ya face

and try and take ya man

do you a: walk away, or b: take a stand

yo we should rock this motherf-cker

ah there you go my brother!!!

the lord giveth us the right to take another n-gg-z life

get behind me sahib

the precious lord is waiting

god giveth me the gun to make the p-ssy n-gg-z run

can i get the amen, amen!!

yo let the church sing along to this paragraph

“you got blood on ya face, ya big discrace

the mac-11 got religious all over the place”

you see the vibes are designed to deal with skrilla

sacred hill, ah

it make you think i smoke drugs, ah

ease up on the track ‘coz ya weighing down my nuts

you know our sh-t is fat

but we never f-cking sweat it

and all those demo tapes must be on some ship

we better flush your track when we come to it

all that church going sh-t doesn’t really attract me

id rather pull out my gun and kill a p-wn

“stop lookin’ at me!!!!!!!!!!!!”

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