Straight Gutta (feat. Redman, Hanz On, Streetlife)

Straight Gutta - Method Man/Redman/Hanz On/Streetlife

Written by：Anthony Messado/Clifford M. Smith/Patrick Charles/Reggie Noble/Rondell Turner

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 guns that street sh*t go my niggas 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 retard

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 where rubber for the come up

Block ni**a shine like a 5 d shutta

Red hanz street 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 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