Straight Out Tha Gutta

Verse One: Tec-9
Straight out tha gutta they label a nigg*
As a problem to the other side but they just
Want to take me for a ride you ask the question on
Why I like to use the "N" word
Well that's the only way a nigg* is heard
Now I'm young and I'm black that puts odds against me
I often carry the nine cuz I got to defend me
Gun shot to yo head now you dead uh huh
That mean some drama bout to happen
Motherfka, yeah I'm to much trouble
I can't stay at my mom's house
Mama goin' crazy thinkin' my time is runnin' out
So now I'm a nigg* with a time limit
On top of all that I got hooked up on some hoe s**t
They say I fit the description of a 187 suspect
So now the Parish Prison Blue is in effect
But this ain't nothin' to a brother
Cuz I've handle s**t like this once before
Because I'm straight out the gutta

Chorus: Lil' Ya/Yella Boy

They just want to take me for a ride a ride
Miss don't try to touch my nuts to see if I'll pull the trigger
They just want to take me for a ride a ride
Miss don't try to touch my nuts to see if I'll pull the trigger
They just want to take me for a ride

Verse Two: Tec-9

Now I'm out in the gutta nothin' but a trap
You can't survive if you can't stay strapped
So watch yo back gangster
I hear this story and I started to get hecked
I'm figurin' a plan so my boys can be protected
I ain't about to let this s**t go down
Cuz before I go down I'm a show these how to clown
You got yo strap I got my s**t
So what ya wanna do I'm bout to bring some drama to you
Now how do it feel to feal the steel of a real as* nigg*
I know that you slipped because I'm bangin' and bangin'
At yo as* with the motherfkin' hollow tip
I told you once before I got nuts I got heart and
Ammunition I'm a real as* nigg*
Straight out tha gutta

Chorus: 2x

Verse Three: Tec-9

Everyday there's a murder case in my hood
And them gangsters I grew up
Still up to no good my nigg* lyin' on the ground
All shot up and everybody no the motherfka who did him up
nigg* da nigg* da nigg* uhh uhh watch yo back
Cuz I'm packin' the gat but ain't nobody sayin' a
d*mn thing and I don't feel a nigg* so
I'm lettin' my fkin' nuts hang
Machine gun, three eighty, AK, glock forty-five
With all that ammunition how the fk you gonna stay alive!
I take out yo clip because s**t gettin' deeper
I predict the future when i see ya I'm a kill ya
Cuz once live a nigg* who tested my nuts
Yeah he's a sucker, because I clipped out
And shot the motherfker it goes on and on
In the heart of the gutta
Smokin' blunt after blunt we gettin'
High as a motherfka
I was a villain since my day of birth
Yeah, I got popped with a pump but it didn't hurt
My big brother told me wrong he didn't teach me right
Cuz everyday I went to school I got into a fight
I ain't with that s**t because it's really wasn't about that s**t
Yeah, but I never let me guard down ya heard me

Chorus: 4x