Beanie Sigel - Gutted lyrics

[Verse 1: Beanie Sigel] Uh n***a, you're gutted, your paper on a budget You ain't got a pot to piss in, no bucket You n***as call a** on facts you can't cover Your homie got bread, but you dead luggage! Tommy Tucker, neighborhood s**a Your baby mama duck ya, your b**hes won't f** ya You petty, thief, your name is "Don't trust ya," Better stay out them peoples' store 'fore the cops cuff ya! David Ruffin, Eddie Kane puffer Nights like this, you wish for [?] The raindrops fall on your head with no umbrella Fella, eh, you're broke, you're busted, you're gutted! [Hook: Beanie Sigel] You gutted, yeah, yeah, you gutted You talking 'bout that bread but your bread ain't bu*tered Yeah, yeah, you gutted, uh, uh, you gutted! You talking Ace of Spades but you balling on a budget! Yeah, yeah, you gutted, yeah, yeah, you gutted You see us, VIP, gold bottles in them buckets Yeah, you gutted, yeah, yeah, you gutted When the Roc Boys in the house, open bar, we got it covered! [Verse 2: Beanie Sigel] b**h, you're gutted, your whole twist f**ed up Your knees stay scuffed up from s**ing that nut up Just to get a buck to get your hair did, done up Your manicuring refill them bare feet [?] Or them dollar store Chinese slippers Your weave track slippin', kitchen full of dishes House full of Bébé's Kids that stay sh**ting Baby bottle empty, your rent check missing You rock Gucci this and that but your kids bummy You letting strangers claim them for income tax money! You need a whole foot in your a**, that sh** you pulling You weekend looker, you [?] hooker, you gutted! [Hook] [Verse 3: Jay-Z] You just gon' fake it 'til you make it, huh? Your rented house is on MTV, you tapin' them Fine hoes in your videos, you drapin' them Green screens of the projects, you safe in them! Fine cars in your videos, you pay for them? sh**, I can't knock your hustle, though, you make it fun! Dear Rappers: You been fooling the public People starting to think y'all real; do something! See what we do when n***as do 200? It's on like the platinum to us; chew, snuff 'em Back to life, you're the reality! Your salary is like celery We eatin' over here, n***a, you're like salad to me! Get your weight up, get your steak up Those little acres, get your estate up! To face us, you're gonna need an Allen and some imaginary players Take 2000, you're gutted! [Hook] [Outro: Jay-Z (Beanie Sigel)] You gutted, yeah, yeah, you gutted You talking 'bout that bread but your bread ain't bu*tered Yeah, yeah, you gutted, uh, uh, you gutted! You talking Ace of Spades but you balling on a budget! Yeah, yeah, you gutted, yeah, yeah, you gutted (You see us, VIP, gold bottles in them buckets Yeah, you gutted, yeah, yeah, you gutted When the Roc Boys in the house, open bar, we got it covered!)