Intro:

Bob ya head to this

Bob yo head to that





Hook:

They say I'm crazy

But they can't faze me

Them chicks be lovin' me

Cause I be thuggin' see

I'm just a Cut Boy

I hang in the Cut Boy

I test em' up Boy 

Cause I don't give a fuck Boy



Hook 2 (2x):

Now,Back the fuck up

Throw ya hood up

Back the fuck up

Now nigga what



Verse 2:



I ain't trippin' 

Naw, nigga never 

Any kind of weather 

Wind or whatever

I'm way too clever

Status too lifted

Talented and gifted

You tossed it, I pitch it

A hog in the dog 

Ball, fall and ball

I touch all of y'all 

Duck off in the fog

Sippin', a lil' tipsy, like Nipsy

Fortune Teller said it look bad

She was a Gypsy

Mean like Feind 

A gangsta, Nawha mean?

Underground, tell I'm Under the ground

XL:(Keep The MainStream)

Pistol packin', Totin', Smokin' 

Cuttin', Throatin', Soldier

I told ya, back up Rova, It's over



Hook2 (2x):



They say I'm crazy(Uh Huh)

But they can't faze me(Fa Sho)

Them chicks be lovin' me(Keep it real)

Cause I be thuggin' see(Wile Out)

I'm just a Cut Boy(What ya do)

I hang in the Cut Boy(Them what)

I test em' up Boy(Yeah) 

Cause I don't give a fuck Boy



Hook 2x





Verse 2:



Watch me

Flippa, Flippa

Treat em' like a doubie 

Rollit and spin it fast

Just like a Oozie

Ain't gone let it Blues me

Let nothin' get to me

Come back hard and star in my own Movie

If ya think ya know me Man

You don't know me

I done seen it all, And done it all

Ain't nothin' you can show me

I roll with high rollers 

And Purser Snatcha's

Cut Boys, homie that still cause throwbacka's

B.G. skeeza's that count cheese and hold Keys

Screamin' C, Please let me see ya enemies

I keep it real like Murda Dog and Black Dog 

I'm attack dog, waitin' to jack and whack y'all





(Hook)





Verse 3:



Ridin' down the wrong way 

Down a one way on a Sunday

With a A.K., with the Bass Hay(Hey!)

Wildin' Out, Wildin' Out boy

With a pocket full of stones

I'm in the zone

Do the Gangsta Walk(O.K)

Do the Gangsta Bounce(Alright)

Now show ya Gold's boy

Mean Mug that fool

Now show ya Gold's boy



(ooks 1 and 2)



XL:



Once again, you have been listening to

An XL and C-Murder collaboration

Ya Know

I told him, if he get me the vocals

I could hook him up, ya heard me

Holla, Holla...(Fade Out)