Straight Gutta 歌詞
I'm from the killa killa hill
We keep it real consistent
For that dollar dollar bill
We will murder you in an instant
F**k what your name is
You'll be non-existent
If you ever try to show
Any form of resistance
I'm strong in the hood
I'm in a good position
When I walk they salute
When I talk they all listen
You acting the part like you in an audition
Where shoot out's
In the parks is a daily tradition
This is modern warfare
We play with live ammunition
Shot you through your third eye
Will change your whole disposition
The body never lie
Call me the mortician
Every death has a story to tell
So pay attention
Premonitions on my life
Slip the banana clip in
Never put your hat on the bed
I'm a little superstitious
Got my black suit on
They say I am acting suspicious
Big gun in my palm
Look like my arm is missing
Ayo one MC two MC
When my gun out
Everybody goes down
Word on the street
These boys get butter
F**k with me ni**a
Cause this straight gutta
Ayo one MC two MC
When my gun out
Everybody goes down
Word on the street
These boys get butter
F**k with me ni**a
Cause this straight gutta
Got my black suit on
We get malicious
Hanz On checking in for the squad
He on his pivot
Got them big guns make 'em disappear
Call 'em wizards
Will oblige till you meet your demise
This sh*t is physics
Mr Barka newest gee on the block
He is the shizit
Suffer Mossberg wounds to ya frame
You move a smidgen
Hanz rollin with the man he the Meth
Pay you a visit
Prerequisite have them all in the dirt
They all can get it
Used to percolate the crack in the pot
Until it dried
Now I am occupying spots on your block
That sh*t is aye
And when we popping off the gun at your top
We make it pie
You better take another look at your seeds
And holla bye
Yo as far as ma'f**kas concerned
Yo this is it
John Blaze press a button on dudes
They getting hit
As far as gunsthat street sh*t go
My n***as fit
Hanz on with the cavalry yo
We in the mix
Ayo one MC two MC
When my gun out
Everybody goes down
Word on the street
These boys get butter
F**k with me ni**a
Cause this straight gutta
Ayo one MC two MC
When my gun out
Everybody goes down
Word on the street
These boys get butter
F**k with me ni**a
Cause this straight gutta
I got 28 38's 48 machine guns
Wu-Tang recon check out the return
I want that boat money
Carrying my green card
Caesar planet of the grapes
In the w**d jar
I straight gutta mind on butta
Everything dirty wear a rubber
For the come up
Block ni**a shine like a 5D shutta
Red HanzStreet run this mother
We getting buku scrilla
My brothers on their grind
Not another Columbine call me
New school killa
Scoop of French vanilla brought
A duce duce with her
I might pull a Lil Jon and let
The bruce bruce hit her
I'll be gone till November
Gon' cry me a river
You could die
But I figure I'ma try and be the bigger man
I and my gorillas
They gonna fry em up for dinner
Like them boys from Cypress Hill said
How I could just kill a man
Ayo one MC two MC
When my gun out
Everybody goes down
Word on the street
These boys get butter
F**k with me ni**a
Cause this straight gutta
Ayo one MC two MC
When my gun out
Everybody goes down
Word on the street
These boys get butter
F**k with me ni**a
Cause this straight gutta