Lil Boosie - Keep it Gutta lyrics

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 n***a 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 d**h I never once, thought bout blinking myself Cause I got bank to accept! You heard that green and yellow cd That b**h 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 sh**! 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 f** out Baton Rouge I wish Tupac'a hear the sh** 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: repeat 2X] Keep it gutta, n***a! (Gutta, gutta, gutta! Yeah) Cause I'm a victim of this game! (Victim of this game mane!) Let's keep it gutta, n***a! (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 n***az 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 n***a gutta as me! (Gutta) Who can tell ya some sh** 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 f**ing robbery I ain' no rookie! Fourteen, sellin' cookies! Had all the hoes looking! And ya know why n***a Because I'm gutta! My pants hang low My eyes looking wicked too My throwback cost 400 It's from 1952! And ya b**h, you! (b**h you!) If you wanna leave this club I suggest You don't come around here and try to beef with us This for my n***az 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 n***az 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 f**in' k**er Calvin Ricks was the sh** 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 a** lil girl But he can't, so I drink Get mad and I don't think (f** it) Smoke dro, by the ounce And sip syrup, by the pint Ain' too many can f** with me That's on my generation Shouts out to all my n***az And my haters who be hatin', get ya hate on!