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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 nigga 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 death
 I never once, thought bout blinking myself
 Cause I got bank to accept!
 You heard that green and yellow cd
 That bitch 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 shit!
 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 fuck out Baton Rouge
 I wish Tupac'a hear the shit 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, nigga! (Gutta, gutta, gutta! Yeah)
 Cause I'm a victim of this game! (Victim of this game mane!)
 Let's keep it gutta, nigga! (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 niggaz 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 nigga gutta as me! (Gutta)
 Who can tell ya some shit 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 fucking robbery
 Lil Boosie - Keep It Gutta - http://motolyrics.com/lil-boosie/keep-it-gutta-lyrics.html
 I ain' no rookie!
 Fourteen, sellin' cookies!
 Had all the hoes looking!
And ya know why nigga
 Because I'm gutta!
 My pants hang low
 My eyes looking wicked too
 My throwback cost 400
 It's from 1952!
 And ya bitch, you! (Bitch you!)
 If you wanna leave this club
 I suggest
 You don't come around here and try to beef with us
 This for my niggaz 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 niggaz 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 fuckin' killer
 Calvin Ricks was the shit
 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 ass lil girl
 But he can't, so I drink
 Get mad and I don't think (Fuck it)
 Smoke dro, by the ounce
 And sip syrup, by the pint
 Ain' too many can fuck with me
 That's on my generation
 Shouts out to all my niggaz
 And my haters who be hatin', get ya hate on!









