Chip Banks - Cuttin' it Up lyrics

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Chip Banks - Cuttin' it Up lyrics

[Intro: movie sample] So ya puttin' all ya subs now, huh? Yea, ya doin' real good? Ain't you gonna introduce me to ya friend, here? Well I'll introduce myself, excuse the glove "Get ya sh** beaten" - Prodigy of Mobb Deep (sample repeated) [Intro: Raekwon] Aww sh**, these n***as out here, hold that Picture that n***a, all the real n***as, yo, come on Yea, word up, I look good right? Yo, aiyo [Raekwon] Put my money on the real kings, reveal the rings Rocks swing, stayin' bling-bling in Ossining Jet mack packages, feast to light it up and beast it Cordially invited, the motto is eat this.. [Polite] Yo, what up, Lex? (What up son?) Yo it's on again Yo, it seem like n***as want war again If you ain't know, bet ya n***as heard of me now Can't stop me, best bet, murder me now [Chip Banks] Aiyo Lex, put ya diamonds on Grab ya vests and ya nine, cuz it's on I rep Harlem World where they hustle at All the way to B.K. where they bust you at [Raekwon] Yo, yo, gun on 'em in the x-rays Real n***as lay tired of it n***a violate it, cut him in the face Vivid hand Glock, loopin' the dance, shoot him in the a** Like cupid, dealin with an old place, stupid [Polite] Yo, yo, ain't a team allowed to know, f**in' wit this n***as mad like I'm f**in' they chick See me stuck in the whip, gun in the hip, one in the head Ten in the clip, n***as is dead, they imposters [Ghostface k**ah] I used to bubble dimes, in the goose, I use to cuddle nines And double the fact that you dare think that you can trouble mines Big guns is layin', Timothy McVeigh 'em Broad day 'em, push 'em all the way in [Raekwon] Aiyo, dred's in the bloody rep Yeah, yellow canary Lex', specs on, movin' like vets Tri-boro, thoroughest thugs move like DeNiro Heat out, extortin' the heroes, 4/5 singles [Hook: Polite (with Prodigy sample)] Aiyo let's go get dough Bust slugs in the club, thugs get low b**hes showin' me the thong like I'm Sisqo Up in the six, yo, watch his wrist glow, damn, it be sick though This be the sh** though You ain't know, got ya moms in the disco Singin' the intro, shakin' the a** like the nympho Time to move, n***a, we in, time to catch wins [Ghostface k**ah] For magical mixes, remix the hell outta the Bible Like strip it and switch the whole title Robes hit the floors, shoes is buffed Gold studded bracelets, handcuffs, they gave it up [Raekwon] Teach n***as how to resolve a big mob Keep n***as on beat, f** around and di-ie the mid-ob n***as gonna bump what, yeah, you wit it whatever Let's body these n***as, a lot of n***as bump, yeah [Polite] Yo, yo, never been the type to hold a grudge Did five, I was guilty, f** the judge The Ave. got mad when I slid back through Iced out, just came home and I blew [Chip Banks] We like, them frisky, rich and poet-esque If it's chilly on our neck, then it's cold on our wrists The cash flow is nuts, come through 8th Ave Another hundred style, burn out for doughin' us [Trife] Aiyo, the hood's off the hook, hooded up crooks Play the back burner wit black burners layin' for the juks I'm too live, heats be the same as my shoe size Fresh out the box, just copped a pair of new nines [k**a Sin] Yo, my team is like nitro, it might go boom when the lights blow Catch you in the spinal wit the same knife from Psycho My mic flow like Michael on the ball court All pro, result of this Cream Team, n***as is all out [Hook] [Outro: Ghostface k**ah (Prodigy sample)] Aiyo, rep for ya town ("Get ya sh** beaten") Uptown, break it down ("Get ya sh** beaten") Staten Island, break it down ("Get ya sh** beaten") B.K., break it down ("Get ya sh** beaten") Queens and Bronx get down ("Get ya sh** beaten") Throw ya hands up right now! ("Get ya sh** beaten") ("Get ya sh** beaten")

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