Keep it Gutta       I raised up my project window   And I smell Indo   Hollered at my kin folk   After that I big smoke   I hit my nigga 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 bitch 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 shit!   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 fuck out Baton Rouge      I wish Tupac'a hear the shit 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!      [Chorus: repeat 2X]   Keep it gutta, nigga! (Gutta, gutta, gutta! Yeah)   Cause I'm a victim of this game! (Victim of this game mane!)   Let's keep it gutta, nigga! (All the way gutta!)   Cause I was taught to get it hard like a man! For sheezy!      Verse two, 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 niggaz 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 nigga gutta as me! (Gutta)   Who can tell ya some shit 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 fucking robbery      I ain' no rookie!   Fourteen, sellin' cookies!   Had all the hoes looking!   And ya know why nigga   Because I'm gutta!   My pants hang low   My eyes looking wicked too   My throwback cost 400   It's from 1952!   And ya bitch, you! (Bitch you!)      If you wanna leave this club   I suggest   You don't come around here and try to beef with us   This for my niggaz 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!      [Chorus]      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 niggaz 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 fuckin' killer      Calvin Ricks was the shit   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 ass lil girl   But he can't, so I drink   Get mad and I don't think (Fuck it)   Smoke dro, by the ounce   And sip syrup, by the pint   Ain' too many can fuck with me   That's on my generation   Shouts out to all my niggaz   And my haters who be hatin', get ya hate on!