StreetLife - Straight Gutta lyrics

[Verse 1: Streetlife] I'm from the k**a k**a hill, we keep it real consistent For that dollar dollar bill, we will murder you in an instant f** 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 d**h 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 [Hook: Redman] (x2) Ayo one MC two MC When my gun out, everybody goes down Word on the street, these boys get bu*ter f** with me, n***a, cause this straight gutta [Verse 2: Hanz On] 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** 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** 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**as concerned, yo this is it John Blaze press a bu*ton on dudes, they getting hit As far as guns & that street sh** go, my n***as fit Hanz on with the cavalry yo, we in the mix [Hook: Redman] (x2) Ayo one MC two MC When my gun out, everybody goes down Word on the street, these boys get bu*ter f** with me, n***a, cause this straight gutta [Verse 3: Redman] I got 28 38's 48 machine guns Wu-Tang recon, check out the return I want that boat money carrying my green card Caesar planet of the grapes in the weed jar I straight gutta, mind on bu*ta Everything dirty wear a rubber for the come up Block n***a shine like a 5D shutta Red, Hanz & Street run this mother [Verse 4: Method Man] We getting buku scrilla My brothers on their grind Not another Columbine call me new school k**a 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 gon' 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 k** a man) [Hook: Redman] Ayo one MC two MC When my gun out, everybody goes down Word on the street, these boys get bu*ter f** with me, n***a, cause this straight gutta