[Lyric] Pull Up (TZB & CUTTHROAT Musik)

[Produced by Kronic]

[Intro: CUTTHROAT]
CUTTHROAT Musik Entertainment, ayy (Gang gang) Ayy, you know what the fuck goin’ on, man (Gang gang, bitch-ass nigga) Whole lotta CUTTHROAT shit goin’ on, nigga 
Yuh, yuh, ayy

[Verse 1: CUTTHROAT]
We all dream to be the best, but you know we scared to fail
Either you got hoop dreams, or you playin’ wit’ a scale 
I put ice around my neck ‘cause you know the world is hell
Jesus piece, it got my back like it's chiropractic, yeah 
I from the city where dope boys turn into dope fuckin’ fiends
I'm from the hood where they ain't had no daddy in the crib to intervene
I can tell you about my journey and all the shit that I done seen 
Yеah, I had a lot of drugs running through my system at sixteen
Riding ‘round reckless through thе Southside smokin’ on weed 
Tryna hit another lick before my pockets go on motherfuckin’ E
We was pourin’ up 4 fo’ 4 like we worked at Wendy's 
Spending all my money on drugs and the guns and the Dickie jeans 
I didn't party for a whole month straight when I seen ‘em OD 
Man that shit had a nigga shook, had me shook like Ali
Whoa, yuh, yuh
[Chorus: CUTTHROAT]
Big bag now they big mad (Mad)
Big slab when I pull up (Pull up)
Yeah, nigga when I pull up (Pull up) 
Big bag now they big mad (Mad)
Big slab when I pull up (I pull up)
Yeah, nigga when I pull up (I pull up)
Yeah, nigga when I pull up (I pull up)
Big bag now they big mad (Mad)
Ima pull up in a big slab (Yeah)
Yeah, nigga when I pull up
Yeah, nigga when I pull up

[Verse 2: TZB]
I can't give no fucks about what niggas do
A nigga stuck, cooped up in the fuckin’ booth
Dropped the top off my mind let my thoughts consume
Overcame writer's block with a fork and spoon
I eat niggas, ain't stopping ‘til I reach six figures
Got my hands down your throat like a motherfucking dentist
I'm offended that you would even think about contendin’ 
Nigga, I piss you all off like liquor 
Never could spare one when I strike like Hitler, Blitzkrieg on yo ass
Dropped more juice than an infant did
Yet, the big homie say that I spazz on tracks
‘Cause I popped more beats than Dre on your ass
Copped more weed
Sour D tree, but it tastes so sweet
Writin’ word for word, no stenography
Before I shoot, I gotta give a speech
I'll have your whole army crying ‘anarchy’
‘Fore the end of the night, I might end all beef
Gun to my dome, almost called it quits
Thought of slanging bricks due to lack of wits
Bitch ass cops might keep their distance
But surveillance systems in the intersections
And they trace your Facebook and your phone records
Hack in camera phones so they could watch you jack it
And they take your fingerprints and run your tags 
Then the Fed niggas stake out your crib
International? You goddam right, nigga
Global database got your ass on sight, nigga
Hide from who? Go where? Nigga, we ain't even on that
Broadcastin' in song lyrics, we gettin'
[Chorus: CUTTHROAT]
Big bag now they big mad (Mad)
Big slab when I pull up (Pull up)
Yeah, nigga when I pull up (Pull up) 
Big bag now they big mad (Mad)
Big slab when I pull up (I pull up)
Yeah, nigga when I pull up (I pull up)
Yeah, nigga when I pull up (I pull up)
Big bag now they big mad (Mad)
Ima pull up in a big slab (Yeah)
Yeah, nigga when I pull up
Yeah, nigga when I pull up