Keep It Gutta

I raised up my project window

And I smell Indo

Hollered at my kin folk

After that I big smoke

I hit my nigga Gutta with them gutta ways

All of my cousins bussin' K's

So I was lead astray

And I don't pray, so I'm thinking bout death

I never once, thought bout blinking myself

Cause I got bank to accept!

You heard that green and yellow cd

That bitch gutta!

The world-wide struggle

Or the one about my mother (Child so bad)

I'm bangin' on the corner down in Cali

With the Bloods and Crips

See Lil' Boosie, yeah Lil' Boosie, man we love that shit!

I figured that I'd die in jail if I stay in the hood

So I'm tryin' to make a mil

And get the fuck out Baton Rouge

I wish Tupac'a hear the shit that I was speaking to you

I betcha Tupac'a have Lil' Boosie on an album or two

And did my daddy go to Thug Mansion?

(Shiiit)If he did

I know he saved a spot for his kid

And we gone G' it!

[Chorus: x2]

Keep it gutta, nigga! (Gutta, gutta, gutta! Yeah)

Cause I'm a victim of this game! (Victim of this game mane!)

Let's keep it gutta, nigga! (All the way gutta!)

Cause I was taught to get it hard like a man! For sheezy!

Verse two, is for my hearse crew

Like Raw Nitty, Lil D, and Big Ro too

Do you remember smoking dust with Silky Slim, headbussa?!

When we was slangin' nine

And had these niggaz scared of us!

My hood full of floods (floods)

But my hood full of thugs

Who in that pen

Rep Baton Rouge til the day that they touch

And you don't know a nigga gutta as me! (Gutta)

Who can tell ya some shit that ya mother'a see

Like you bein' locked up, til 2003

When you 'posed to be out chea

Flickin' and ballin like me

And all I see, is eyes on me

So like Pac

I hope it's not another fucking robbery

I ain' no rookie!

Fourteen, sellin' cookies!

Had all the hoes looking!

And ya know why nigga

Because I'm gutta!

My pants hang low

My eyes looking wicked too

My throwback cost 400

It's from 1952!

And ya bitch, you! (Bitch you!)

If you wanna leave this club

I suggest

You don't come around here and try to beef with us

This for my niggaz and guhls

Keep ya head up!

And I'ma keep my bread up

And make ya throw the set up!

I'm keepin' it gutta!

[Chorus]

What you about robbing to eat

What you about peeping yo hood out

To see who want ya to cease

That's the beginning

The ending, is 10 billion (10 billion)

Then I'm threw

Sign all my niggaz deals so they can live, like Lil Boo

I was led on this path to hate

Since I was little

Across the street a ship plant

And next door a fuckin' killer

Calvin Ricks was the shit

It wasn't no ridin' in South

I use to joy his purple jeep

When I walk in my house

And on my chedda chase

I done saw better days

Never thought my selfish ways

Have me blowing purple haze

It hurts to say (Hurts to say)

That my daddy left this world

I wish he could be here to see my pretty ass lil girl

But he can't, so I drink

Get mad and I don't think (Fuck it)

Smoke dro, by the ounce

And sip syrup, by the pint

Ain' too many can fuck with me

That's on my generation

Shouts out to all my niggaz

And my haters who be hatin', get ya hate on!