GUTTA AND QUIX ON THE MIX
Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 4:55 am
Aigh, Quix dah hardest out, letz tell these niKkKuhz wut we working wid Ma Nig!
Quix-
I told yah LIL nIKKUHS! i be where dah Gunz Be; imbezzled some Crack and I've done Weed!
Equiped at all time, Clip in dah Glove Box ... Double barrel shotty under the Front Seat
if yah Punk Me...yah get slit from yah Ear tah Nose, infered laserz have you Fear the Scope!
in Tears .. alone; oh and HAzzard, Stop yah Dumb puss'ass dropz...spitting fire? naw its Clear yah Don't!
i drink beer and Pro(mephisene) and smoke Sherm and Drink ... cuz i'm Hot like a Pirm in Spring
get droped by the Urban Ring, cuz when dah 'Gatz Stutter' its sounding like when Germans Sing
I'm a Attach your home and Straight up SevRe PoPs; its whatever if it means Chedder Dog!
mah Clout is REAL .. plus i've 'seen more Hoods' than Even Sweater Shops
i swing fists and bust dah Nine Nickel Too, put the barrel to your chest and watch it Ripple Through
ya'll some Lil Dudes! NIKKUH i'm 'Hood Rich' cuz i 'Stay around more Cane' than the Cripples DO
watch the Calihco Smash yah throat; Attack yah home wid the Blackest Chrome
Might GRab a stone, whip at youh Face and watch it Crack your Dome!
Gutta-
Canibal Tactics, casket and corpse crushin
the fabrics, black mask and a four bustin
out the porsche truck, when we stash, post up
leave the task force-fucked, reminiscin on the Ave's
that we had sewn up, learned how to bag blow up
See back then was different then the Game U playin
crack had niggas trippin off they suede shoe laces
In the lab for the addiction, new ways for paper
I Miss them old days before buscits and lamas
With no pay, dinner old chicken and Vodka
Niggas on the corner sold on tryin to get wit ya mama
I got my game from hearin Old niggas's drama
Losin fo-cus from the ganja, un load clips when i spot ya
This is Gutta's Life, cocking calibers to contract ya soul
Long cash, mob hats and gold, we on that fa show
Quix-
I told yah LIL nIKKUHS! i be where dah Gunz Be; imbezzled some Crack and I've done Weed!
Equiped at all time, Clip in dah Glove Box ... Double barrel shotty under the Front Seat
if yah Punk Me...yah get slit from yah Ear tah Nose, infered laserz have you Fear the Scope!
in Tears .. alone; oh and HAzzard, Stop yah Dumb puss'ass dropz...spitting fire? naw its Clear yah Don't!
i drink beer and Pro(mephisene) and smoke Sherm and Drink ... cuz i'm Hot like a Pirm in Spring
get droped by the Urban Ring, cuz when dah 'Gatz Stutter' its sounding like when Germans Sing
I'm a Attach your home and Straight up SevRe PoPs; its whatever if it means Chedder Dog!
mah Clout is REAL .. plus i've 'seen more Hoods' than Even Sweater Shops
i swing fists and bust dah Nine Nickel Too, put the barrel to your chest and watch it Ripple Through
ya'll some Lil Dudes! NIKKUH i'm 'Hood Rich' cuz i 'Stay around more Cane' than the Cripples DO
watch the Calihco Smash yah throat; Attack yah home wid the Blackest Chrome
Might GRab a stone, whip at youh Face and watch it Crack your Dome!
Gutta-
Canibal Tactics, casket and corpse crushin
the fabrics, black mask and a four bustin
out the porsche truck, when we stash, post up
leave the task force-fucked, reminiscin on the Ave's
that we had sewn up, learned how to bag blow up
See back then was different then the Game U playin
crack had niggas trippin off they suede shoe laces
In the lab for the addiction, new ways for paper
I Miss them old days before buscits and lamas
With no pay, dinner old chicken and Vodka
Niggas on the corner sold on tryin to get wit ya mama
I got my game from hearin Old niggas's drama
Losin fo-cus from the ganja, un load clips when i spot ya
This is Gutta's Life, cocking calibers to contract ya soul
Long cash, mob hats and gold, we on that fa show