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Frankie Cutlass

Frank Javiel Malave (born January 16, 1971), better known by his stage name Frankie Cutlass, is an American Platinum producer, DJ, rapper, musician, writer, and remixer from Harlem, New York, United States. He is best known for his hits "Puerto Rico Ho" and "Shake Whatcha Mama Gave Ya." more »

Year:

1997

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[Featuring Roc City O] 
Hook: 
Games people play (I want to know) 
Games people play (why the brothers be playin' them games) 
Verse 1: 
Here comes the man of the hour 
Never catch me fuckin' with cowards 
Rock men from Thug Life to High Powered 
Blazin' trees Chinese chicks to Lebanize 
Across seas me and Big Frank be pickin' up keys 
seize the opportunity to freeze MCs 
Recognize who be gettin' that cheese please 
I see you watchin' me like Whitenour 
You gettin' power 
Chickens gassin' you thinkin' your clique is as big as ours 
Long time no beef on the streets 
Ain't nothing sweet I still walk around packin' heat 
You pose no threat you get yourself soakin' wet 
Vibes from the mac and the tech 
And what we be doin' chumps uptown we call them push ups 
Pushed about a thousand grills shit is real (yeah) 
I leave no evidence cat's ain't been heard from ever since 
And officer, those ain't my fingerprints 
Down low I'm scary slide to the back of this 
City-O cash flow is miraculous 
Mark what I say somebodys got to pay 
My clique walk around sick like Doc Holiday 
Hook (x2) 
Niggas got a lot of games 
Verse 2: 
A-yo blaze something quick 
So recognize who ya fuckin' with 
I'm gettin' bricks runnin' with Colombians 
While you punk motherfuckers starve on a block 
I'm drivin' around spots gettin' mad props 
F*ck standin' on the ave gettin' cash (what?) 
That's all in the past I graduated fromt he class (yeah) 
Every thug get a chance to be the man 
I got mines and now this nigga's pissin' in they pants (ha ha) 
They scared to death they know it's real here 
I murder niggas if not I have them rollin' in a wheel chair 
I dare a nigga to step up i bet his t-shirt his sweater 
Have holes from my nine beretta 
I'm not the one for the postin' up shit 
I toast you up quick I have you floatin' in the ocean 
I get down like that cause I have to in the Big Apple 
Many niggas try to cap you, for nothin' 
Niggas be frontin' for fame they don't know the game 
All they want to do is leave blood stains 
That's why I keep my gat cocked and steady 
Like Teddy I keep it on my waistline ready 
I'm deadly like Freddie Kruger but f*ck the claws 
I'm strickly steppin' to ya niggas with the ruegers 
"I need my shit kid" that be rapidly repeated 
The more shots the more my enemy starts retreatin' 
So back the f*ck up I'm blowin' niggas out the frame 
Maintain before you get a bullet in your brain 
I'm that insain nigga from the Money Makin' 
All you niggas fakin' I'm a leave your body shakin' 
Hook 
The streets ain't no game 
Rock City will let 'em know 
Verse 3: 
Now yo f*ck the radio and f*ck the airplay 
I'm strickly underground sayin' what I want to say 
It doesn't matter if I'm hurt or not 
I'm a wreck shop my way and still get props 
That's my word shit is gettin' real with these critics 
They always talk about a nigga lyrics 
I ain't tryin't to hear it 
Everyday the industry is gettin' realer 
Sort of like that crack shit being done by the dealer 
Brothers gettin' paid under the table 
Labels already knowin' who they want to be stable 
But f*ck it I'm still gonna try to bring the ruckus 
I'm comin' through your town Ill Man with the Cutlass 
I saw a lot of niggas fail oh well 
They mad cause I'm everlasting like a Duracell 
Battery don't try to battle me 
My mentality is gettin' salaries is all reality 
Hook

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