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(feat. Guru) Yeah we got the cutthroats!! I'm sick walking down the street watchin niggaz walk by, drive by rockin me like bitches 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 bitch, dont stop open up ya eyes mothefucker just, whos next comin at ya ruff for '93 its the hardest cutthroat mutherfuckerz an puttin nigga causin shit Yo, we gotta keep it hard we gotta keep 'em jumpin music for the niggaz that be bustin' headz open lay back for a while uncultivated stylez Letras de cancionesniggaz get 'em up get 'em up and get 'em wild you got me rough tough, truly rockin wit the stylez most niggaz wouldnt dream about a battle coz were wild and the competition you be wishin we start dissin coz you motherfuckers wouldnt listen when we said we was on a mission I'm cukoo for killin' so pussies wassup I drink milk an I'm strong plus I dont give a fuck yo I say we be large if the niggaz didnt rumble the hemispheres would crash and the planets would just crumble so all ya niggaz waiting to fuck up my set be my guest bitch-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, fuck that gas me up shit 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 fuck if you talk shit I'll make you a follower passin 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 pussy nigga! what! I did, I did you steppin into the hardcore jerk yo fuck 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 motherfucker ah there you go my brother!!! the lord giveth us the right to take another niggaz life get behind me sahib the precious lord is waiting god giveth me the gun to make the pussy niggaz 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 shit is fat but we never fucking 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 shit doesn't really attract me Id rather pull out my gun and kill a pawn "STOP LOOKIN' AT ME!!!!!!!!!!!!" [Chorus] From Letras Mania