Boys On Da Cut Lyrics - Time Is Money - South Park

First verse: 

I woke up quick, at around two 

Jumped in my benz, picked up dj screw 

Boys out there, makin' them tapes 

Separate the real niggas from the fakes 

My boy just got out, did a flat ten 

And he just can't stop talkin' bout that pen 

My best friend, but time destroys all men 

Now he don't give a fuck about goin' again 

It ain't all good, but I ain't missin' no money 

I'm just a thug muthafucka and you can't take nothin' from me 

Somebody once said they wanna see me dead 

The next week they found the boy with two holes in his head 

I break bread with my killas in the h-tx 

It's the sp-mex, in the all black stretch 

Known for my purity, pride, and security 

A house costs as much as one piece of my jewelry 

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Chorus: 

'cause the boys on the cut don't give a fuck 

You come talkin' that shit, your eyes get shut 

Boys out there, slangin' that yay 

Only pussy muthafuckas say that crime don't pay 

(2x) 

Second verse: 

The time has come, and the day is here 

Two thousand one, is my muthafuckin' year 

I come from the head, it's the boy named los 

The one that got everybody on they toes 

Straight up, and still I sell dope for a livin' 

In the form of a compact disc, fuck prison 

No more savin' cans, no more collectin' pennies 

I'll have your fuckin' clique hollerin' "who killed kenny? " 

For my gangsta bitch, that I just met 

She ridin' my dick, chuckin' up her set 

I dance with the wolves, this is for my hood 

Got the whole world fiendin' for the dope I cut 

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Chorus 

Bridge (ayana m.): 

Fire...... 

We on fire....... 

We ain't gone stop.... 

Droppin' these boooooombs..... 

(2x) 

Third verse: 

I was twelve years old, when I did my first jack 

And I don't think that bitch ever got her purse back 

With fifteen rocks, I bought my first car 

Cooked my first batch of dope in a pickle jar 

It's like uno, dos, tres, young happy perez 

Got me sellin' this dope to anyone on two legs 

Boys talkin' down, but I give two fucks 

Step in my face, I put you in an all-black tux 

Layin' in a casket, hard as a rock 

My lead, hit'cha head and make it snap, crackle, and pop 

Now how many times do I have to tell ya? 

All my life I've been called a failure! 

My freestyle flow, is so untouchable 

I just got out the county jail two months ago 

Now I'm in the studio, just like julio 

In the city where them bitches never won a super bowl 

Man I can't stop, i'ma keep on droppin' 

Seven of my bitches at the same mall shoppin' 

At the galleria, tell me have you seen her? 

I fuck a country singer and a houston ballerina 

Plus a fine ass china, I used to be a dreamer 

Now I bought my mom and dad a navigator and a beamer 

Leave a mark in this game, ask ted indian 

I don't give a fuck 'cause every month I make a million 

Bridge