Tragic Lyrics – TZB & CUTTHROAT

Tragic Lyrics by TZB & CUTTHROAT

Startin’ to get real serious out here. You gotta be aware of your surroundings 24/7. You never know what type of sh#t can go on, sh#t can go wrong, you gotta stay on your toes, man. You know what I’m sayin’? And if you really in them streets 24/7, you know what I’m sayin’, you gotta really be on your motherf#ckin’ toes. It get real in the field. Don’t act like CUTTHROAT never told you, man. You know what the f#ck goin’ on, man.
Yeah, ayy
Real deal Holyfield, except I got both my ears
Hall of Fame type years, you have no idea

Why you hating on me, that’s a weak disease, I ain’t talking Bia
I got it stamped, еstampilla, batallando con la vida
Eat the beat like comida, my b#tch look likе Aaliyah
Top down in a Benzo, her last n#gg# drove a Kia

Do the dash on the highway, bumpin’ this right hear
So ahead of these n#gg#s, I’m buzzed like Lightyear
No man I fear, gettin’ bucks, no, dear
You can’t come around here

You can’t come around here
Mirror, mirror on the wall, who the dopest migo here
All the b#llsh#t that I hear, I could murder your career
First year I started rappin’, had more songs than your whole career

Goat flow, top tier, shittin on ‘em, diarrhea
We don’t do drive-bys, n#gg#, he f#ck around and got ran down
He a b#tch, he a hoe, so you can’t even f#ckin’ yell ‘man down’
All my opps been p#ss#, n#gg#

Yeah, they p#ss# like ‘meow’
All these n#gg#s been p#ss#, n#gg#
Still tryna to figure me out
I don’t do drive-bys, n#gg#, he f#ck around and got ran down

He a b#tch, he a hoe, so u can’t yell ‘man down’
Get it cracking like huevos, Dirty Mexican flows
I was just dead broke, now a n#gg# living good
On east side like I’m George

Now I’m steppin’ through doors like I’m really endorsed
R. Kelly with the broads
My b#tch look like Aaliyah, but she don’t do the back and forth
Sgt. Pepper with the sauce, just another lonely heart

Uh, we banking on getting interest
Golden bars go over their head, they’re up there, they’re expensive
But they senseless, how could we think they would pay some attention?
We not working with gimmicks, or doing some sh#t that appeal to some children

All these rappers go alter their image, but I can’t see the difference
I pour up wit’ all of my n#gg#s, but it never blur up the vision
CUTTHROAT and I are the rap version of those n#gg#s, Dvsn, better listen
I seen it all, but wanna see more

Hunger Games, Philip Seymour
I drive her crazy with the dick too
That’s why your b#tch took a detour
I’m ballin’ out on the beach, hoe

Miami Heat with the free throws
I’m really not like the average n#gg#, I got sh#t you couldn’t reach for
Uh, smokin’ on the haze and it’s so pure
Got a b#tch that could pull yours

Ima start a world tour, Ima go to Europe
When I pull up, tell ‘em bonjour
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TZB & CUTTHROAT Lyrics – Tragic

TZB & CUTTHROAT

Tragic