Keep It Gutta - Juvenile

I raised up my project window
And I smell Indo
Hollered at my kin folk
After that I big smoke
I hit my n***a 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 b***h 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 s**t
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 f**k out Baton Rouge
I wish Tupac'a hear the s**t 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
repeat 2X
Keep it gutta
N***a
Gutta
Gutta
Gutta
Yeah
Cause I'm a victim of this game
Victim of this game mane
Let's keep it gutta
N***a
All the way gutta
Cause I was taught to get it hard like a man
For sheezy
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 n***az 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 n***a gutta as me
Gutta
Who can tell ya some s**t 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 f**king robbery
I ain' no rookie
Fourteen
Sellin' cookies
Had all the h*es looking
And ya know why n***a
Because I'm gutta
My pants hang low
My eyes looking wicked too
My throwback cost 400
It's from 1952
And ya b***h
You
B***h you
If you wanna leave this club
I suggest
You don't come around here and try to beef with us
This for my n***az 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
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 n***az 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 f**kin' killer
Calvin Ricks was the s**t
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 a*s lil girl
But he can't
So I drink
Get mad and I don't think
F**k it
Smoke dro
By the ounce
And sip syrup
By the pint
Ain' too many can f**k with me
That's on my generation
Shouts out to all my n***az
And my haters who be hatin'
Get ya hate on