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Remy on the beat. Cutthroat La Familia. Yeah. Uh. Murder, mix, finesse, love. Murder, mix, Finesse, drugs. Murder, mix, finesse, Love. Murder, mix, finesse, love, Drugs. Murder, mix, finesse, drugs. Murder, mix, finesse, love. Murder, kill, for a dollar bill. Got that heat on my waist, you better be Chill. This shit we call life for real. House so big, front yard like a football field. And it's still gettin' built. I'm on my road to riches, you know what It is. I put that on King Neal. Blue diamonds, sometimes they look teal. Why this nigga bitch up in my grill? All in Houston, they callin' me Trill. In New York they be sayin' I'm ill. Glizock told me I'm worth a bill. Yeah, lil' nigga, a billion. Niggas want me dead, it shoulda been done. My young nigga catch bodies for income. These rap niggas my lil' son sons. That's why she call me daddy. Yeah, these bitch-ass niggas need pump-pump. I keep me a stick like a granny. Yeah, these bitch-ass niggas don't want none. Lord knows this shit'll get tragic. I turn nothin' to somethin', I'm habit. I'll take off my hat and then pull out A rabbit, nigga. All this pain made me fall In love with drugs. I grew up 'round hustlers, some dope fiends and Some thugs. They say it will kill ya if You love it too much. It's Cutthroat La Familia and we represent what? Murder, mix, finesse, love. Murder, mix, finesse, drugs. Murder, mix, finesse, love. Murder, mix, finesse, love. Murder, mix, finesse, drugs. Murder, mix, finesse, love. Murder, mix, finesse, drugs. Murder, mix, finesse, love. Yeah. Uh. Fabion.