Cut You Loose

Slaughterhouse

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    Hello hip-hop, goodbye music

    It's like a love hate relationship
    Ridin' in the Ferrari while takin' trips
    Compared to beer takin' sips
    Sittin' somewhere in a Camaro with racin' strips

    Either way you embrace it
    Can't no amount of money or lady replace it
    And after all this rhymin'
    If I refer to you as a girl niggaz'd call this common

    I'm through as a fan
    No disrespect to music, I'm talkin' to you as a man
    How the fuck is you flossin' a Benz?
    Listenin' to this nigga Rick Ross dissin' 'em

    Jim Jones dissin' Jay
    This rap shit done gone a different way
    (That's right)
    I know my lawyers play the lies game
    It's okay for Soulja Boy to say Nas' name

    Nothin' but Ludacris answers
    The game backwards like dancers
    Shootin' on the same dance floor
    You grew up and answer to them shooters
    Now them shooters is dancin'

    Fuck you too
    You corny so I gotta cut you loose
    I looked in my book of rhymes, took the sign
    I swear I heard a few of my nigga Crooked lines

    I got these A&R's heart racin', got 'em in fear of me
    Sonnin' they flagship artists for spittin' [Incomprehensible]
    This is bar raisin', I'm raisin' the bar
    So far tryin' to look at it's equivalent to star gazin'

    Think I'd rather be water-boardin', you feel me?
    Than to listen to what y'all recordin' for real G
    Hell naw, I will not support it
    Rather switch places with the child mom's aborted, kill me

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    My skills be on point like a flyin' dart
    Sometimes I feel like the messiah of a dyin' art
    A whole 'nother animal, not the kind that departed on the giant ark
    But a vulture with a lion heart

    I eloquently breathe fire
    I speak for the Eastsiders like I got a Long Beach speech writer
    And I could teach riders how to do they thang
    So they won't ruin the game for comin' off lame

    We could be birds of a feather, what does it mean?
    Think about it, that mean I put you under my wing
    Or I'm a leave this hip-hop thing to all you wack dudes
    Cut you loose, cut you loose

    Call me a hater when I'm tellin' the truth, expect it
    SoundScan is unveilin' the proof, respect it
    Here's somethin' you could never dispute
    The last time I spit a rhyme the roof fell in the booth, I wreck shit

    Man I feel ruined inside
    Somebody tell me what to do, I'm a guy
    That loves music but I am truly through with the vibe
    Sometimes I wish it was dead, rather than look this stupid alive

    I found out I been persuin' a lie
    It's nothin' like what I thought, man, the proof's in the pie
    'Cause ain't no puddin' in the hood when niggaz shoot to survive
    But what's my single? Ask dude in the suit and a tie

    Who stole the whip? Man, I'm losin' my drive
    I 'member when singles used to have cuts on it
    Nowadays the rewind button got mad dust on it
    Can't bring it back if it's wack, when they come back then it's crack

    I'm fiendin' for somethin good so I can puff on it
    Y'all don't even give me a buzz
    I can't enjoy a glass of beer if it's really just suds
    Nothin' there but the air in y'all heads
    Man, I'm fed dawg, I had it up to here

    I'm cuttin' you loose, fuckin' abuse
    I can't believe they in your talks when you discussin' the truth
    These dudes suck and they bad liars
    This is not what I expected when I was 11 steppin' up in rap cyphers

    I thought you had to be mad nice
    But apparently you could be trash as long as
    You look good and have ice
    I ain't complainin', I'm just sayin' though
    There's no reason a musician should wanna watch a television
    Instead of be listenin' to the radio, I'm cuttin' you loose

    Look, I used to dream of just bein wit'chu
    Woulda probably gave whatever to be seen wit'chu
    On the block on the scene wit'chu
    And the most beautiful thing wit'chu
    Is we shared the same passion and I could get cream wit'chu

    Not a qualm, not a problem, not a single issue
    Then we started arguin', havin' single issues
    Somethin's off nowadays, you don't seem official, so

    I see you with them other artists and it's sickenin'
    E'rythin's changed since we parted, you been different
    Do whatever for bread boo when you started trickin'
    For real though

    How you could thug me?
    If I can't be me when I'm wit'chu, tell me how could you love me?
    Get so ugly, eat it, beat it, treat it better than niggaz
    So you still be dyin' to fuck me, baby, don't interrupt me

    Ain't complete tryin' to compete but you judge me
    What you really think of me, you disgust me
    I 12 step my addict itch
    So Method Man, you could have that bitch

    But now she got neighbors against me, still her favorite MC
    I just hit her hard and she got papers against me
    It's cool, I get up wit'chu later if meant be
    Just text them old heads, tell 'em mate with they memories

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    Composición: Joe Budden, D. Wickliffe, J. Ortiz, R. Montgomery y D. Porter

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