Guttaville (feat. Boe Skagz & Tay Nati)

Guttaville...Guttaville...Guttaville....

Uh, Where I'm from, take you around my way

Guttaville, **** 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

I'm ridin' low, white walls on the caddy still

I'm hot from the Watts all the day to Nattyville

Not a father figure, stop askin how your pappy feel

Clean cut 'em keep the head and be still

Guttaville, yeah we broke out here

Getting rolled like blunts when you smoked out here

Imagine takin a step through some place where **** left you

Then they tryin to test you, you made 'em all respect you

See thats exactly where my people come from

The grind, the oil, the slash, and the beatings come from

We dun walk through the stormy weather, sleep with my gun

This a lotta math I don't wanna teach to my son

Like countin rocks, the stove and the beat to be one

See a simple minded 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

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 **** 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, **** 16 deep in the truck

**** talkin shit and they ain't strapped, stupidest fuck

Come to the 51, you will 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

Either kill or be killed, you can be fake or be real

Turn into somebody's meal

My whole section is like steel

We live off this, make deals with killers that take pills

Our motto is stay real, eat off your meal

Fat with poor steel, no job but won't spill

Doc my hood's ill, save him

Workin hard 9 to 5 but won't pay him

The lord treat my **** like roaches, they tryin to spray 'em

The government be at it 10-4, a'okay 'em

Black to the future they tried it back in the day

The devil never play for oakland, but still raid us

Only God can save us

(Hook)