| I’m from the killa killa hill, we keep it real consistent
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| For that dollar dollar bill, we will murder you in an instant
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| Fuck what your name is, you’ll be non-existent
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| If you ever try to show any form of resistance
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| I’m strong in the hood. |
| I’m in a good position
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| When I walk they salute, when I talk they all listen
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| You acting the part like you in an audition
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| Where shoot out’s in the parks is a daily tradition
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| This is modern warfare, we play with live ammunition
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| Shot you through your third eye, will change your whole disposition
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| The body never lie, call me the mortician
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| Every death has a story to tell, so pay attention
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| Premonitions on my life, slip the banana clip in
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| Never put your hat on the bed, I’m a little superstitious
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| Got my black suit on, they say I am acting suspicious
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| Big gun in my palm, look like my arm is missing
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| Ayo one MC two MC
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| When my gun out, everybody goes down
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| Word on the street, these boys get butter
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| Fuck with me, nigga, cause this straight gutta
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| Got my black suit on, we get malicious
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| Hanz On checking in for the squad, he on his pivot
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| Got them big guns, make ‘em disappear, call ‘em wizards
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| Will oblige, till you meet your demise, this shit is physics
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| Mr. Barka newest gee on the block, he is the shizit
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| Suffer Mossberg wounds to ya frame, you move a smidgen
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| Hanz rollin with the man he the Meth, pay you a visit
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| Prerequisite have them all in the dirt. |
| They all can get it
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| Used to percolate the crack in the pot, until it dried
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| Now I am occupying spots on your block, that shit is aye
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| And when we popping off the gun at your top, we make it pie
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| You better take another look at your seeds, and holla bye
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| Yo as far as ma’fuckas concerned, yo this is it
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| John Blaze press a button on dudes, they getting hit
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| As far as guns & that street shit go, my niggas fit
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| Hanz on with the cavalry yo, we in the mix
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| Ayo one MC two MC
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| When my gun out, everybody goes down
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| Word on the street, these boys get butter
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| Fuck with me, nigga, cause this straight gutta
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| I got 28 38's 48 machine guns
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| Wu-Tang recon, check out the retard
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| I want that boat money carrying my green card
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| Caesar planet of the grapes in the weed jar
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| I’m straight gutta, mind on butta
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| Everything dirty wear a rubber for the come up
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| Block nigga shine like a 5D shutta
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| Red, Hanz & Street run this mother
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| We getting beaucoup scrilla
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| My brothers on their grind
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| Not another Columbine call me new school killa
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| Scoop of French vanilla brought a duce duce with her
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| I might pull a Lil Jon and let the bruce bruce hit her
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| I’ll be gone till November gon' cry me a river
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| You could die, but I figure I’ma try and be the bigger man
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| I and my gorillas, they gonna fry em up for dinner
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| Like them boys from Cypress Hill said (how I could just kill a man)
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| Ayo one MC two MC
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| When my gun out, everybody goes down
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| Word on the street, these boys get butter
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| Fuck with me, nigga, cause this straight gutta |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Straight Gutta , by - Method Man. Song from the album The Meth Lab, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп