Straight Gutta

[Verse 1: Streetlife] I’m from the killa killa hill, we keep it real consistent For that dollar dollar bill, we will murder you in an instant Fuck 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 death 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 butter Fuck with me, nigga, 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 shit 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 shit 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’fuckas concerned, yo this is it John Blaze press a button on dudes, they getting hit As far as guns & that street shit go, my niggas 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 butter Fuck with me, nigga, 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 butta Everything dirty wear a rubber for the come up Block nigga 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 killa 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 kill a man) [Hook: Redman] Ayo one MC two MC When my gun out, everybody goes down Word on the street, these boys get butter Fuck with me, nigga, cause this straight gutta