Cut 'Em Up (Part 2) Lyrics

Yeah, I took this boy to number on the 2 Billboard He got the nerve to get on the radio and diss Raheem Man!!! [Hook] Cut 'em up Rah (Part 2) Cut his ass up (Come on) Repeat 3x's [Verse 1] Uh, first time I met this hoe (Come on) He was broke as fuck (Whooo) Walkin' down Godby Road havin' bad luck (Um-um-um) He forgot y'all (What's that?) Where he came from (Okay) Before I put his fuckin' record out, he was a fuckin' bumb (Ha-ha-ha) 2 jean outfits and some Reeboks (That's it?!) Claimin' that he sold the whole Godby Road rocks (Hell naw!) I had my house before him (Uh-huh) I had my car before him (Uh-huh) "That's that boy Raheem blew up" That's how y'all know him Hook [Verse 2] At first he wanted to be Tupac, and then Pastor Troy "OKAY, UH-HUH!!", you little bastard boy (Whooo) Diss me on the radio (Uhh) That's a no-no (That's right) He must don't know me, he better ask Kilo (Ha-ha) I gave that boy his name (Uh-huh) I gave that boy his fame (You right) How the hell you diss the man that put you in the game? (Um-um-um) I gave him a 300 Lexus and an apartment y'all That's my jewelry on his fuckin' album cover y'all (Damn) He can't even spell Remember what he said? (What did he say?) Somethin' like "M-I, M-I, M-I-L-I-K?!" Hook [Verse 3] Okay, one hit wonder (Ooooh) Left, Right, Left (1,2,3) I kicked him off Tight 4 Life cause he wasn't Tight 2 Def (Ooooh) He got 2 faces (What?) He ain't loyal man (Okay) We broke bread with this nigga, he say we ain't pay him (Damn) I know about ya braidin' niggaz hair in jail man (Say what?) What kinda shit is that? What the fuck you thinkin' man? (Ha-ha-ha-ha) He say I ain't pay him nothin', yeah right trick Not tryin' to hear that shit Tell the IRS that shit (Ooooh) I keep it tight-tight I stay down for mine Check yo mailbox for yo $10.99 (Ha-ha-ha) Hook [Verse 4] Uh, I opened these doors up (Right) He opened my shows up (That's right) He got the nerve to walk around with his nose up (What) He traded the Lex for a 6-4, dumb hoe (No he didn't) He coulda paid 5 grande for that shit bro (Ah-ha-ha-ha) Outta respect for me (Okay) These niggaz didn't diss you But now you ain't with me These niggaz gon' get you (Ha-ha-ha) You wanna fit my shoes but they too big for ya (Um-hum) Number one bad boy from Atlanta, Georgia [Hook 2] Cut 'em up Rah (Part 2) I'm a vet at this Cut 'em up Rah (Part 2) Cause I'm the best at this Cut 'em up Rah (Part 2) I'm a vet at this Cut 'em up Rah (Part 2) Cause I'm the best at this Cut 'em up Rah (Part 2) You don't want none boy Cut 'em up Rah (Part 2) We play with big boy toys Cut 'em up Rah Cut his ass up Cut 'em up Rah Cut his ass up Cut 'em up Rah Cut his ass up Cut 'em up Rah Cut his ass up [Raheem talkin'] Look man, ain't no motherfuckin' body ever heard of no damn Drama before Raheem blew him up He ain't paid no dues, hand out no flyers, put up no posters, work these streets Ya know what I'm sayin'? How you gon' get on the motherfuckin' radio and diss Raheem who brought you to this motherfuckin' game when you was nothin'? Ya know what I'm sayin'? And that motherfuckin' gold-diggin' ass, dick-suckin' ass paralegal wannabe ass attorney ain't doin' nothin' but fuckin' yo career up boy Ya understand? With her old ass hands and toes