Keep it Gutta
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I raised up my project window
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And I smell Indo
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Hollered at my kin folk
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After that I big smoke
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I hit my nigga Gutta with them gutta ways
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All of my cousins bussin' K's
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So I was lead astray
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And I don't pray, so I'm thinking bout death
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I never once, thought bout blinking myself
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Cause I got bank to accept!
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You heard that green and yellow cd
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That bitch gutta!
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The world-wide struggle
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Or the one about my mother (Child so bad)
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I'm bangin' on the corner down in Cali
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With the Bloods and Crips
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See Lil' Boosie, yeah Lil' Boosie, man we love that shit!
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I figured that I'd die in jail if I stay in the hood
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So I'm tryin' to make a mil
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And get the fuck out Baton Rouge
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I wish Tupac'a hear the shit that I was speaking to you
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I betcha Tupac'a have Lil' Boosie on an album or two
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And did my daddy go to Thug Mansion?
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(Shiiit)If he did
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I know he saved a spot for his kid
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And we gone G' it!
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[Chorus: repeat 2X]
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Keep it gutta, nigga! (Gutta, gutta, gutta! Yeah)
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Cause I'm a victim of this game! (Victim of this game mane!)
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Let's keep it gutta, nigga! (All the way gutta!)
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Cause I was taught to get it hard like a man! For sheezy!
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Verse two, is for my hearse crew
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Like Raw Nitty, Lil D, and Big Ro too
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Do you remember smoking dust with Silky Slim, headbussa?!
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When we was slangin' nine
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And had these niggaz scared of us!
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My hood full of floods (floods)
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But my hood full of thugs
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Who in that pen
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Rep Baton Rouge til the day that they touch
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And you don't know a nigga gutta as me! (Gutta)
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Who can tell ya some shit that ya mother'a see
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Like you bein' locked up, til 2003
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When you 'posed to be out chea
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Flickin' and ballin like me
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And all I see, is eyes on me
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So like Pac
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I hope it's not another fucking robbery
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I ain' no rookie!
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Fourteen, sellin' cookies!
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Had all the hoes looking!
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And ya know why nigga
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Because I'm gutta!
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My pants hang low
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My eyes looking wicked too
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My throwback cost 400
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It's from 1952!
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And ya bitch, you! (Bitch you!)
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If you wanna leave this club
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I suggest
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You don't come around here and try to beef with us
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This for my niggaz and guhls
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Keep ya head up!
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And I'ma keep my bread up
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And make ya throw the set up!
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I'm keepin' it gutta!
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[Chorus]
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What you about robbing to eat
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What you about peeping yo hood out
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To see who want ya to cease
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That's the beginning
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The ending, is 10 billion (10 billion)
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Then I'm threw
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Sign all my niggaz deals so they can live, like Lil Boo
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I was led on this path to hate
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Since I was little
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Across the street a ship plant
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And next door a fuckin' killer
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Calvin Ricks was the shit
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It wasn't no ridin' in South
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I use to joy his purple jeep
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When I walk in my house
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And on my chedda chase
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I done saw better days
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Never thought my selfish ways
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Have me blowing purple haze
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It hurts to say (Hurts to say)
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That my daddy left this world
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I wish he could be here to see my pretty ass lil girl
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But he can't, so I drink
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Get mad and I don't think (Fuck it)
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Smoke dro, by the ounce
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And sip syrup, by the pint
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Ain' too many can fuck with me
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That's on my generation
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Shouts out to all my niggaz
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And my haters who be hatin', get ya hate on!
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Keep it Gutta
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Lil' Boosie |