Guttaville

[Kid] Guttaville...Guttaville...Guttaville.... [Dro] Uh, Where I'm from, take you around my way [Hook] Guttaville, niggas pop, people get killed down in Guttaville hustle hard and broke steel down in Guttaville, far away from society Guttaville, I wish the devil would try me [Boe Skagz] I'm ridin' low, white walls on the caddy still I'm hot from the Watts all the day to Nattyville Not a father figure, stop askin how your pappy feel Clean cut 'em keep the head and be still Guttaville, yeah we broke out here Getting rolled like blunts when you smoked out here Imagine takin a step through some place where niggas left you Then they tryin to test you, you made 'em all respect you See thats exactly where my people come from The grind, the oil, the slash, and the beatings come from We dun walk through the stormy weather, sleep with my gun This a lotta math I don't wanna teach to my son Like countin rocks, the stove and the beat to be one See a simple minded always had to pay a hard price Where I'm from it's cold, we keep the heater at night Jay anit the only one who had a life a hard knock life We from [Hook] [Tay Nati] You can die on the corner come up off for a quarter Place a order, have you over easy under some water You can get whatever you need 40 ounces in weed, coca leaves cookin the kitchen Kids playin the streets, 15 with heat, belt buckles stuck on they knees Who we disrespect jumpin you niggas and bleed Money bitches and burners, cars, beefin, and murders Tryin to change for em, just say fuck and we dirty You can get jacked for your jersey, get that ass shot for your rims Shootin dice, broad daylight bomber jackets and timbs At the club, niggas 16 deep in the truck Niggas talkin shit and they ain't strapped, stupidest fuck Come to the 51, you will see what I mean You ain't gotta be a actor to get cut from the scene The roll squad and we head for the whole pot Don't care if you won't stop, we'll rain on your whole block [Hook] [Dro] Either kill or be killed, you can be fake or be real Turn into somebody's meal My whole section is like steel We live off this, make deals with killers that take pills Our motto is stay real, eat off your meal Fat with poor steel, no job but won't spill Doc my hood's ill, save him Workin hard 9 to 5 but won't pay him The lord treat my niggas like roaches, they tryin to spray 'em The government be at it 10-4, a'okay 'em Black to the future they tried it back in the day The devil never play for oakland, but still raid us Only God can save us (Hook)