Cut Throat

Ooo you in trouble
They 'bout to send them
Folks to your front door
Ooh you in trouble
Watch out for them foes
You know they cut throat, like
Don't hold your tongue if
You ain't scared nigga
Don't hold your tongue if
You ain't scared nigga, yeah nigga
Ooh you in trouble
Watch out for them foes
You know they cut throat, like

And they be like "you sound retarded
Why you talkin' all that shit, you just a artist
Obviously politics ain't yo' department
You gon' fuck around and make yourself a target"
And I'm just tryna do the right thang
Do the right thang, ha
You the right slang, you the right slang, yeah
So just read up who own the
Stations that your favorite shows come on
Radio stations your favorite songs come on
The truth ain't unknown
Even the paper that I'm on
Shit even the label I'm on
Shit even the paper that I own
The federal reserve ain't even
Owned by the government, I'm on some other shit
I'm on a mothership, fuck are we voting for?
Who is this congressman, Fortune 500's
Be funding the Democratics and Republicans
In case you was wonderin'

Ooh you in trouble
They 'bout to send them
Folks to your front door
Ooh you in trouble
Watch out for them foes
You know they cut throat, like
Don't hold your tongue if you ain't scared nigga
Don't hold your tongue
If you ain't scared nigga, yeah nigga
Ooh you in trouble
Watch out for them foes
You know they cut throat, like

I'm sorry there's enough wealth in the States
To give a million dollars to each
Person and they still be straight
I'm talking wealth too big to measure
Cheddar that don't fit in the shredder
Treasure that don't fit in a dresser
The best investor for a business endeavour
But you're distracted by the ratchets
By the racket, by the bad bitch
They broadcast the madness
Using the same crisis actors
They used for the last disaster
But you didn't catch it
Remember Katrina when
They blew up the levees
All the people that said they
Was hearing explosions
They chopped out the edit
Tell me do you remember
Or would you rather forget it
It's the sixth-Earth parellel
World Armageddon
Bandz

Ooh you in trouble
They 'bout to send them folks to your front

Police, get down! Fuck on the ground
Stop resisting
I'm not resisting, I'm not - I'm not resisting
Y'all, do ya'll see this?
Turn this shit off



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Writer(s): Bobby Ray Simmons
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