Cutthroat Game lyrics

[Verse 1]
All this time I been, strategizing my uprising
When you motherf*ckers thought I fell off, but I'm still ridin'
n*ggas must've forgotten who got the gangsta sh*t poppin'
N.W.A, Too Short, Spice 1, and 2Pac
And f*ck you n*ggas rappin' wack sh*t, you dodgin' the game
I keep two little twin Glocks, bring you the pain
We can bust wit' these pistols or throw up from the shoulders
'Cause you mark-ass n*ggas can't f*ck wit' old school soldiers
Back in the day in 80 trey, young n*ggas was slangin' boulders
And spot and spit gangsta rhythms and poetry colder
Then the average motherf*cker, man, you n*ggas is suckas
Kissin' the record company ass when all they gon' do is f*ck us
Givin' up ya points and publishin', man, don't act like no b*tch
n*gga, it's art and you the artist, be down for ya sh*t
n*gga, it's hard, gut you the hardest, be down for ya name
'Cause it's a mo-motherf*ckin' cu-cu-cutthroat game

[Chorus 2x]
I'm standin' in the path of a hurricane
Livin' on the edge of a razor, man
I'm tryin' to keep it crackin', but it ain't the same
'Cause the game so cutthroat, Cutthroat

[Verse 2]
Excuse me, lil' n*gga, what the f*ck did you say?
I been platinum since '91 from Japan to the East Bay
f*ck what he say or she say
I got ridahs from Susanville to n*ggas up in Chino pressin' replay
Gangsta walker, professional sh*t talker
Spendin' rap money from '89, call me the time baller
This ghetto baller wasn't puttin' hands on you solos
f*ck you up on the mic and put slugs through ya car, though
First, you dumb motherf*cker, then you the motherf*cker
Then you some motherf*cker, again, f*ck all you suckas
My first album went gold wit' nobody but me on it
One of the first gangsta rappers wit' a plaque rollin' weed on it
Glocks and pistols on the album cover
Pointin' heat in my videos, callin' my enemies suckas
I was 16 wit' hustler's dreams
From bein' a ballin'-ass rapper, take some cream
[Chorus 2x]

[Verse 3]
I ain't sayin' you smoke crack, but you actin' kinda crackish
If you ain't knowin 'bout Bossalini that gangsta mackish
f*ck the Taliban, n*gga, it was the Caliban
Then Cali got scared of the gangsta sh*t we was sayin'
Doin' and livin', breathin', eatin', and sh*ttin'
Ebonic spittin', n*ggas dumber than fo' spittin'
West Coast thug sh*t to the fullest, it's automatic
If it's drama, then we comin' 3 deep, that's how we at it
I ain't sayin' you smoke crack, but you actin' kinda crackish
If you ain't knowin' 'bout Bossalini that gangsta mackish
I'm still gettin' fan mail from Switzerland, Spain
And I'm 'bout to drop some more thug sh*t in the game
Remember record company Rule #4080?
Watch ya back 'cause motherf*ckers is shady
By the way, don't let these industry motherf*ckers get up in ya brain
'Cause it's a mo-motherf*ckin' cu-cutthroat game

[Chorus 7x]