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(feat. Boe Skagz, Tay Nati) [Kid:] Guttaville... Guttaville... Guttaville.... [Dro:] Uh, Where I'm from, take you around my way [Hook:] guttaville, niggaz 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 all the way to to watts all the day to nattyville not a father figure, stop askin how your pappy feel clean cut 'em keep the head an be still guttaville, yeah we broke out here Peter Bowl rolled like blunts when you smoked out there (smoked out) imagine takin a step through some place where niggaz left you then they tryin to test you, you made 'em all respect you see thats exactly where my people come from the grind all the slash beans come from we dun walk through the storm, you ever sleep with my gun (sleep with my gun) Letras de cancionesit's a lotta math I don't wanna teach to my son like countin rocks, the stove and the ? be one see a simple mind 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 niggaz 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, niggaz 16 deep in the truck niggaz talkin shit and they ain't strapped, stupidest fuck come to the 50, ? you 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 ? we live off this, make deals with killers that take pills our motto is stay real, eat off your meal fat with ? doc my hood's ill, save him workin hard 9 to 5 but won't pay him the lord treat my niggaz like roaches, they tryin to spray 'em the government be ? 10-4, a'okay 'em black to the future they tryin to ? the devil never play for oakland, but still raid us only God can save us From Letras Mania