Straight Gutta Lyrics - The Meth Lab - Method Man

I'm from the killa killa hill, we keep it real consistent 

For that dollar dollar bill, we will murder you in an instant 

Fuck what your name is, you'll be non-existent 

If you ever try to show any form of resistance 

I'm strong in the hood. I'm in a good position 

When I walk they salute, when I talk they all listen 

You acting the part like you in an audition 

Where shoot out's in the parks is a daily tradition 

This is modern warfare, we play with live ammunition 

Shot through your third eye, will change your whole disposition 

The body never lie, call me the mortician 

Every death got a story to tell, so pay attention 

Premonitions on my life, slip the banana clip in 

Never put your hat on the bed. I'm a little superstitious 

Got my black suit on, they say I am acting suspicious 

Big gun in my palm, look like my arm is missing 

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Ayo one MC, two MC 

When my gun out, everybody goes down 

Word on the street, these boys get butter 

Fuck with me, nigga, 'cause this straight gutta 

Ayo one MC, two MC 

When my gun out, everybody goes down 

Word on the street, these boys get butter 

Fuck with me, nigga, 'cause this straight gutta 

Got my black suit on, we get malicious 

Hanz On checking in for the squad, he on his pivot 

Got them big guns, make 'em disappear, call 'em wizards 

Will oblige, till you meet your demise, this shit is physics 

Mr. Barka newest G on the block, he is the shizit 

Suffer Mossberg wounds to ya frame, you move a smidgen 

Hanz rollin' with the man he the Meth, pay you a visit 

Prerequisite have them all in the dirt, they all can get it 

Used to percolate the crack in the pot, until it dried 

Now I am occupying spots on your block, that shit is aye 

And when we popping off the gun at your top, we make it pie 

You better take another look at your seeds, and holla bye 

Yo as far as ma'fuckas concerned, yo this is it 

John Blaze press a button on dudes, they getting hit 

As far as guns and that street shit go, my niggas fit 

Hanz on with the cavalry yo, we in the mix 

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Ayo one MC, two MC 

When my gun out, everybody goes down 

Word on the street, these boys get butter 

Fuck with me, nigga, 'cause this straight gutta 

Ayo one MC, two MC 

When my gun out, everybody goes down 

Word on the street, these boys get butter 

Fuck with me, nigga, 'cause this straight gutta 

I got 28, 38's, 48 machine guns 

Wu-Tang recon, check out the retard 

I want that boat money carrying my green card 

Caesar planet of the grapes in the weed jar 

I'm straight gutta, mind on butta 

Everything dirty, wear rubber for the come up 

Block nigga shine like a 5D shutta 

Red, Hanz and Street run this mother 

We getting beaucoup scrilla 

My brothers on they grind 

Not another Columbine, call me new school killa 

Scoop of French vanilla, brought a deuce deuce with her 

I might pull a Lil Jon and let a Bruce Bruce hit her 

I'll be gone till November, gon' cry me a river 

You could die, but I figure I'ma try and be the bigger man 

I and my gorillas, they gonna fry 'em up for dinner 

Like them boys from Cypress Hill said (How I could just kill a man) 

Ayo one MC, two MC 

When my gun out, everybody goes down 

Word on the street, these boys get butter 

Fuck with me, nigga, 'cause this straight gutta 

Ayo one MC, two MC 

When my gun out, everybody goes down 

Word on the street, these boys get butter 

Fuck with me, nigga, 'cause this straight gutta