Shy Glizzy - Cut It (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro:] [Interviewer:] Give us a rundown of people that you working with the new project and the people you plan on working with [Big Mota:] Man Im tryna man get into man you know the boy Shy Glizzy [Shy Glizzy:] *laughs* [Big Mota:] We need 50 for this motherf**er, n***a 50. n***a you should've did a song n***a! 50! 50! Cuz we asked you nicely to do a song You said get the f** out your face! [Shy Glizzy:] Young Jefe Holmes! These prices way to high You need to cut it! [Hook: Shy Glizzy] Cut it Cut it Cut it Cut it Cut it Cut it Cut it Cut it Cut it Cut it Cut it Cut it Cut it Cut it Cut it [Verse 1: Glizzy ] They tried to bust a move when we was two deep b**h I still got my groove That sh** was too weak Had to move to Memphis for a whole week Choppers in that Sprinter We ain't making no tweets Boy how you want a feature? Ain't go no cheese I wasn't bout to let your fat a** come Debo me Im just running through South Memphis with my OG These rappers need to cut it They ain't bout no beef Do you know how it feel to get respect n***a? Then n***as wanna do sh** cuz the next n***a Oh you seen me on them blogs You thought I got checked didn't you? That ain't yo dog if he can't go hit the set with ya Sorry Im not with the f**ing gimmicks How you playing with a hitter for a f**ing image? I know every DJ but this p**y Akademiks Chain hit the floor and broke boys had a f**ing scrimmage You say you a robber I'm saying So why you ain't go at my bands Glizzy Gang We Taliban A.k.a them boys who don't eat no ham And plus he hop out the van Spray you and two of your mans I'm going to DR in the morning My b**h got to go see her fam These rappers, they not gonna ride Security not on your side They gotta know that ain't goin' slide They gotta know that ain't goin' slide You better keep one by your side You better keep one by your side I just gave the word to them guys They shoot his a** right in his eye We don't give a f** bout your set We don't give a f** who you with We don't give a f** what you bang You real n***a You f** with the gang Oh yeah and I got the chain But Im not wearing that sh** I can't wear that sh** after lames I told my j**elwer more carats and sh** All the real n***as they know All the b**hes still go Ain't no one stopping the show But you better stop doing shows They say they wanted a 50 They must be talking to Mickey A lot of this sh** smelling fishy Them n***as can't come to my city These n***as can't come to my city Or n***as going to run into Glizzy And all of them n***as who 50 They gonna run from the glizzies See n***as get attacked in my city We don't gotta act like we friendly I make them racks in your city And I'm coming back to your city Somebody tell they a** they need to cut it Why they acting like its something that it wasn't? These n***as they just stunting out in public Book me for another show and we goin' thug it You want a verse my guy? You need to cut it You know these prices way too high You need to cut it Wait 'til you see my new piece That b**h flooded Rock that b**h everywhere And I dare a n***a to touch it [Outro: Dj Akademiks] You know, man, I've been f**ing with Shy Glizzy for the longest. To me, that's my f**ing favorite rapper out of DC. Now I get it