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Keep It Gutta Lyrics - Artist : Freddie Gibbs
Crazy man
You know what, when you said that last time I was kinda trippin' right? But now, you right, I am crazy But you know what else? I don't give a fuck Man [?] right now dog straight up I'm just gon' voice my opinion a lil bit Fuck how you feel Yeah, ugh Yeah, yeah, Freddie Gibbs Yeah man Let's get it Ayo I'm from the gutta And I've been livin' gutta So I'mma keep it gutta Until I'm gone brotha So where you at nigga? Where you at nigga? Where you at nigga? Where you at nigga? This is dedicated to the cookies of the industry I got enough friends, I'm lookin' for enemies Cause I'm a brand new problem you gotta deal with' I represent for them niggas spittin' that real shit These muthafuckas stack a little bit of change and claim that they the hardest And y'all lames go out and buy this garbage I gotta keep it real, the rap game is wack now Even these niggas from immature tryna rap now I'mma give niggas some food for thought Go trash that bullshit you bought Before yo' ass get caught in the wrong hood Bumpin' the wrong shit Niggas'll laugh at you, leave you gettin' ya dome split I'm about to drive these niggas insane And I know they wanna diss me back, so while they pickin' they brain I'll be chillin' in the regal homes Witcha girl in the backseat givin' me dome, gettin' her eagle on Ayo I'm from the gutta And I've been livin' gutta So I'mma keep it gutta Until I'm gone brotha So where you at nigga? Where you at nigga? Where you at nigga? Where you at nigga? Ayo I'm from the gutta And I've been livin' gutta So I'mma keep it gutta Until I'm gone brotha So where you at nigga? Where you at nigga? Where you at nigga? Where you at nigga? Yo I'mma tell a true story about my nigga Pimp He bumped into this nigga Chingy sittin' in his whip He told him he was from the G and Chingy sped off I guess he thought he was gon' blow his fuckin' head off That nigga soft and the music that he make is for certified cookies The rhymes he be spittin' is soft as wet pussy You went plat' I'm congratulating that But you ain't the king of the Midwest, your shit is whack Man I rap for them niggas that hustle out of the crack spot Niggas don't be ridin' around bumpin' that jackpot Man trust me, my hood ain't feelin' him His voice sound like he been inhalin' helium This is how I get down You may beat me at spittin' raps, we can spit rounds nigga Lay him down with the fo' pound And have my people run a muck on ya whole town Youse a clown Ayo I'm from the gutta And I've been livin' gutta So I'mma keep it gutta Until I'm gone brotha So where you at nigga? Where you at nigga? Where you at nigga? Where you at nigga? Ayo I'm from the gutta And I've been livin' gutta So I'mma keep it gutta Until I'm gone brotha So where you at nigga? Where you at nigga? Where you at nigga? Where you at nigga? Yo y'all ain't ready for the way I'm 'bout to take rap Am I supposed to be happy now that Mase back? I seen a ad in a book: Mase coming soon But really though, what's the difference between him and Loon? Man I don't know, man it seem like P. Diddy done lost his mind He picked up Ball |
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