put in my work in check it check it nah these niggaz respect it knowin im the wrong one they wanna mess wit from the gutter wit my brothers knowin
sleep is for the dead Thin C in this bitch, puttin lame niggaz to bed You catchin hot ones to your dome for the stupid shit you said The game goes wrong
give us a choice how could you ever tell Sony that I was the only one was making noise ain't it a breech of trust look in the gutter, unh, never
finally catch us up you give us letters A cold thing just when a nigga reach his gold man You hand him a case for easing out the dope game and I?m Watching
on what I want, re-up and that's when I bleed it The soldier could never see me, as being some'ing that's lesser A nigga straight out the gutter, murdered
beginning, before you even get it started You fucked up, now you in the presence of a heartless Nigga, from out the gutter, spit it and don't stutter
Face in the gutter, eyes on the floor Knocked down twice, can't take it no more You got no vision in your head You got no vision, better dead Get on
stretch butter, and got EX, now that's gutter I came for war, you know what them thangs is for Slug make ya blood stain the floor It ain't a game no
it's time for a change nigga what you gonna do when we rearrange the game? Blow him out the frame with new ideas, We's about the game, lyrics, puttin
popping like no other Now they call me streets cause I, be on the block and I'm so gutter My flow a butter; see Rem got a whole lot of game But none of
here last with me, hold me down, give me a whip, give me A trick and let her blow me down I'm so gutter, I'm so slick, I'm so grimey I promise you somethin
ya'll All my thug mo'fuccas keepin' weight on dem Kedz It's called posted, nigga betta act like you know the gutter Posted, niggaz see the Ac and the
it's apparent that you know, there's a lot of folks that love Bubba Not cause of any rap I wrote, they just see something above gutter Though, my pockets
away and they making it rain if it go to me and then I probably do the same if I ever could I'll forever be repping the same game rapping off thinking
know its true, so what you gonna do? You ain't got the foggiest ain't got a clue Got a little fame, yeah I got game Get my way with your dame just on
chicks got style you aint never seen, so my friends want a piece of me, Haters wanna see my bleed, I got to be, have to be, on top of my game... So
make shine Sick the dogs on you, get more by the K-9 Homies on the yard never walk in the main line The manes find they can never be in the game I'm
socked up 'Cause the game is deep and the fame is brief And you bullshittin' bitches ain't changin' me I came straight up out the gutter, I was saved