[Intro]
(Rush Murda)
N***a
We gon' see what's up
We gon' see what's up
I hear all you n***as talking out there, man
We eatin' right now, but we gon' see what's up with you n***as in a minute
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Keep hearin' n***as speakin' on my pockets that don't eat with us
Heard some pussy n***as talkin' down, we gon' see what's up
Right now a n***a livin', was trappin', now I'm travellin'
Was Miami, now it's Cali', park the foreign right at the mansion
I get back to the D, I'm back movin' like a ghost
Got somethin' heavy in my stash but I'm movin' like I'm broke
Send an extra to my mans who might never make parole
'Cause he loyal to the gang and he stood by what he know
Used to stand on the corner waiting for my next sale to come
Now I'm in the 'burbs chilling, waitin' for the mill' to run
My n***a out in Cali' that I paid to wrap it for me
My ho send an address while I start the tracking number
Still got my rapper money, I get paid to talk cash shit
Dawg send the deposit, I'ma come collect the backend
Don't care 'bout what you n***as did back then
We ballin' right this second, give a fuck about the past tense, n***a
[Chorus]
If your homies ain't right, you need to cut 'em off
If them bitches actin' trife, you need to cut 'em off
If your boyfriend broke, baby, cut him off
Catch them n***as out in traffic, we gon' cut 'em off
When them pussy n***as talking, cut 'em off
See some broke n***as walkin', go and cut 'em off
If your n***a hold you back, you need to cut him off
If them bitches hold you back, you need to cut 'em off

[Verse 2]
Ten fine biches at my crib, that's a ho challenge
Why you n***as naked outside doin' the snow challenge?
Drinking half a pint in one day for my dope habit
You just a broke n***a with a gun, you ain't no savage
Everyday, I'm hearin' people sayin' they want the old me
They like a n***a better when I was fucked up with no cheese
When I ain't have a crib, I was sleeping with the dope fiends
When I was copping half tracks, when I ain't even smoke weed
Still be on the same street, still be with my same n***as
And it's still fuck the other side that ain't change with me
Got some n***as I ain't never met that wanna hang with me
Actin' like a groupie, well, that's how you getting played, n***a
Rest in peace to Wifi, R.I.P. to Blade, n***a
Now these new n***as rapping 'bout the shit they ain't living
Stay away from these sucker n***as that got hate in 'em
Life like a fake n***a, die like a fake n***a, pussy
[Chorus]
If your homies ain't right, you need to cut 'em off
If them bitches actin' trife, you need to cut 'em off
If your boyfriend broke, baby, cut him off
Catch them n***as out in traffic, we gon' cut 'em off
When them pussy n***as talking, cut 'em off
See some broke n***as walkin', go and cut 'em off
If your n***a hold you back, you need to cut him off
If them bitches hold you back, you need to cut 'em off

[Outro]
(Rush Murda)