Straight Out Tha Gutta

Chorus

I say boot up or shut up
Nigga get yo life lit up
Yeah yeah yeah wootay
I say boot up or shut up or
Get yo fuckin' life lit up
Yeah yeah yeah wootay

First verse
{tec-9}

Chillin' on the set with the fully automatic tec
Never was caught slippin' that's how i got my respect
I pop 'em up pop 'em up watchin' bleed to death
Ya played with the tec-9 now ya takin' yo last breath
Now everybody comin' up to be the rulers and gangsters
Now everybody comin' up to be the rulers and gangsters
Now everybody comin' up to be the rulers and gangsters
But i'm a tell you who the real fuckin' killer is
It's an third ward nigga it's an third ward nigga
Yes it's an third ward nigga got the bitches and money
While i'm chillin' on the corner i'm a get fucked up
My nigga t got a forty and brought two cups
Lil' ya is chillin' yella is thuggin' and talkin' on the phone
And i'm chillin' on 6th and baronne they call us
U.n.l.v. u.n.l.v. we comin straight out the
Fuckin' one two three let a bitch rub up on us
I'm a load my chrome fat gangster lil' somethin'
Bout 6th and baronne

Second verse
{lil' ya}

I was chillin' on the corner of 6th and baronne
With a forty in my hand and about to get tore
I got my dope stash and a tec on my side
For them jokin' mutherfuckers who be doin' drivebys
For them pussy ass niggas i've been try'na kill
I got a bullet proof vest and it's made of steel
For you sissy ass niggas thinkin' they hard
I get my tec and my nine and bout to pull yo car
When a nigga's on the set we makin' money again
Drinkin' forty red bullets smokin' boo-koo weed
It's fucked up gettin' drunk makin' money havin' fun
Five-0 come but our dirt is all ready done
This is the place i call my mutherfuckin' home
Cuz i'm chillin' on 6th and baronne

Chorus

I say boot up or shut up
Nigga get yo life lit up
Yeah yeah yeah wootay
I say boot up or shut up or
Get yo fuckin' life lit up
Yeah yeah yeah wootay

Third verse
{yella boy}

Here come's an hard head rapper bout to crush yo phone
My name is yella boy no not sylvester stallion
Born and raised in third because that's my home
There's not another gangster set like 6th and baronne
Because the bitches peepin' out seven days a week
I wait for the first and third to get paid ya see
My boys in rumors creepin' up but i just don't care
This is live or die sucker no not you thug there
I ride on other gangsters turf and need a gangsta's fit
Cash money means ya got to stay legit
Throwin' paper in the air a quarter now an ounce
Then i call my dog bitch take her to wall street and make her bow
All the gangsters in the hood be up to no good
Pack the mutherfuckin' chrome smoke boo-koo weed now ya feel good
I'm down for a gangster strap can't you tell
I know a buildin' down with me of the melph a mene and del a rell
Tec-9, lil' ya me myself yella boy we all third ward soldiers
Not no child or little boys i'm makin' big bank and packin' the chrome
(why) because i'm a gangster from 6th and baronne

Chorus

I say boot up or shut up
Nigga get yo life lit up
Yeah yeah yeah wootay
I say boot up or shut up or
Get yo fuckin' life lit up
Yeah yeah yeah wootay

Forth verse
{tec-9}

Growin' up was hard but it all paid off well
I was only eleven when i started to sell
6th and baronne was the set that i sold rocks
Drinks done went crazy because i'm servin' the block
Now i'm on the run i guess i got to go
I slipped and sold to an undercover five-o
They say they got a reward if ya know where i'm at
But i'm gonna make it hard for 'em because i'm packin' a gat
Now i never was the type to run away from my home (why)
Because i'm a nigga from 6th and baronne

Chorus

I say boot up or shut up
Nigga get yo life lit up
Yeah yeah yeah wootay
I say boot up or shut up or
Get yo fuckin' life lit up
Yeah yeah yeah wootay

Fifth verse
{lil' ya}

I was chillin' on the corner strapped with the fuckin' chrome
Makin' boo-koo money on 6th and baronne
All the junkies gather around and come see the man
I got big twenty flippers and za peter in my other hand
B 3 by my side he got dope to in a long fuckin' lincoln
Yes he strapped with a twenty two
Tec is in the house chillin' with moe
While kerri on the floor doggin' doggin'
Doggin' a ho chella's in the house chillin'
With lamb while ronda with keisha
With them bitches they don't give a damn
Gettin' her haircut from sue tyra got a bitch
You know what to do baby is on there other end
Stun'n on the pay phone and i'm chillin' on
6th and baronne

Chorus

I say boot up or shut up
Nigga get yo life lit up
Yeah yeah yeah wootay
I say boot up or shut up or
Get yo fuckin' life lit up
Yeah yeah yeah wootay

Sixth verse
{yella boy}

I got to watch my damn back
For the robbers and the gangsters
Like in the fuckin' pin i draw my knife
Then i shank ya because i know i got to handle that
Because some niggas try'na creep up bests believe i got my gat
You will never catch me slippin' cuz the leather keep flippin'
Try to play and my product man ya must be trippin'
Cuz a gangster out that third pushin' to much pain
Comin' weak that ho shit bitch you a rookie at the game
There's a dollar to made so best believe a playa call it
Disrespect my damn set watch yo back against the puppet
I'm takin' no shorts in the game of dope ya better come correct
Sucker cuz this shit ain't no joke that boo-koo money in land
I got to have it in my hand got to make a hundred gee's
Just to be then nigga again because i'm makin' big bank
And packin' the chrome (why yella) because i'm a gangster
From 6th and baronne

Chorus

I say boot up or shut up
Nigga get yo life lit up
Yeah yeah yeah wootay
I say boot up or shut up or
Get yo fuckin' life lit up
Yeah yeah yeah wootay

First verse
{ lil' slim}

Ghetto ass nigga and i'm true to the game
I had an fucked up childhood but that's not to blame
The way i'm from they got my name on the wall
My name on the wall because i got big balls
Niggas round my way say i ain't nothin'
But i'm down wit my hood because you know i'm still struglin'
Afro and eagle is where the dope fiends dwell
Niggas slangin' fuckin' nine and makin' money as well
Pop pop watch the glock no i'm never gonna stop
Bloody stones in my hand from watchin' a nigga drop
I don seen niggas bleed from bullets that have been bust
I'm pullin' niggas cars and leavin' bitches in my dust
Then i met to niggas who was really try'na save me
Baby and slim they had the local 580
To you my nigga pimp, ms. tee, and big d
My niggas got my back off of apple and e
Always ready to peel one they call me the lil' one
Rat a tat tat now ya flat because i got my gun

Second verse
{pimp daddy}

I'm down wit local 580 cuz i got much love
Black and white tee shirts when we walk up in the club
Straight gangsta to the back where dey yacky the gat
Pull it out blok blok my niggas always got my back
Been an ghetto ass nigga ever since i've was a kid gee
My daddy was an fiend never came around to see me
That's all right because the shit is gettin' bigger
Hooked up wit cmr and meet some gangsta ass nigga
Now i'm in it to win it deep in this game wit my boys
Down wit local 580 and we bout to bring noise

Third verse
{gangsta dee}

I'm gangsta dee from the streets down wit u.n.l.v.
I'm comin' straight up gangsta tellin' niggas to back up off me
If you don't corporate its closer to you i'm takin' it off yo shoulder
Knock yo mutherfuckin' head off
The mic is in my hand i'm actin' bad goin' wild
Them niggas on the street still jockin' u.n.l.v. style
Niggas talkin' shit but know they scared to tot the trigger
If ya dissin' u.n.l.v. you just an pussy ass nigga
I'm that fuckin' gangsta always packin' me a gat
I'm down wit yella, tec and that other gangsta fat
Yeah nigga i might be young but i ain't no fuckin' joke
If ya step to me ya get yo mutherfuckin' neck broke
The crowd is gettin' hype lamest nigga ain't no thing
I'm down wit that 3rd but slang in that thirteen
I'm a nigga dat don't give a fuck i'm always packin' nines
Nigga livin' box you know we don't mind dyin'
So now you got a piece of the mutherfuckin' young gee
I'm tellin' pussy niggas to watch out
Bitch back up off me

Forth verse
{mr. ivan}

I'm cool wit gangsta ass niggas
Picky pop on yo ass bitch
I'm quick to kill a nigga the very second ya hear my nine click
The mind of a criminal the section' wit the twelve gage
I'm quick to kill a nigga widin' up on the front page bitch
Blackin' wit my glock buckin' 'em down wit my k's uhh
We show no kind of emotion local 580 don't play uhh
Its time to take it from a real ass nigga leave ya
Mutherfuckers stankin' in the mornin' we gonna do ya nigga
U.n.l.v. uptown niggas livin' violent wit an downtown nigga
Killin' fect real silent local 580 on a buster hunt
Takin' a nigga hostage crack his skull and smoke a blunt
Chea man! been known to kill a nigga wit my nine-a
Been shake 'em buckin' 'em stickin' watchin' do this crime (uhh)
A nigga ass off the mat gee i told yo ass before not to fuck wit me
Now my mind clickin' about to nut yo bitch ass
Rip yo chest doin' a murder in a hockey mask
Bloke bloke takin' makin' bleed to death i'm bout to kill yo bitch
Gettin' out the box wit some murderous ass gangsta shit
I'm crackin' heads like an shake
So don't forget the white chalk and the fuckin' yellow tape
I'm bout to kill a bitch y'all ready for pmw to break you off bitch!

Fifth verse
{pxmxwx}

Its the local 580 niggas dats crazy
Fuck wit me me fool and you be pushin' up daisies
Its the real 'g' thing hittin' 'em wit a swang
Pop and nine millimeter dope bing
(hmm mm) sound of the dumb dumb
Real niggas die fool so here i come
I'm feelin' kind of hungry got to stay on my shit
Walk on stage wit my weed and grab my dick
Ya down for your crown i'm up for my throne
But i think its about time you leave me alone
I blow smoke in yo face and constipate
Manny fresh on the board won't ya drop the base
580 droppin' bottles for an buster on a mission
Them bitches must be worried cuz they all about dissin'
I'm a piss on yo parade keep fuckin' wit me nigga
I'm a throw my hand grenade
Boom boom on that ass with the quickness
That's the way it is when i handle my business
Pimps hustlers and niggas thats crazy
The only mutherfuckers thats real in the
Local 580!

Chorus

Shoot you in yo head makin' sure your dead
Everybody's talkin' about the way that you bled
But ain't no rats around because the u is in the clear
So watch yo back mutherfucker cuz i'm creepin' up on ya from the rear

First verse
{tec-9}

I'm sick of them mutherfuckers with that ho shit
Make yo self known and stop talkin' from an distance
I remember back to this round 1992
Some niggas called me up sayin' we startin' a group
Yeah i gave it a try but i was in it to win it
Them niggas started somethin' they could not finish
Now i got to move on so i signed with cash money
Now i got some niggas who want to look at me funny
But yo i ain't even gonna let them niggas step
If they start to rep i'm gonna rep mutherfucker
I got to set this shit straight now i'm on wax ya want to converse
But i ain't got nothin' to say since ya pissed me off
It's best to get yo monkey ass out of my fuckin' way
A lot of people dislike me but they don't understand
They the one's who really made me you can hate me forever
I'm makin' money from yo head you can take this bounce
To another level cash money is in effect if ya got a probelm
Mutherfucker it's yo self you got to check
I represent that fuckin' uptown
Through the circumstances and the difficulties in the rap game
Niggas be comin' with ho shit makin' it harder for next man
I'm takin' a stand mutherfuck the next nigga
Because ya got a plan with no heart
I'm only down with them niggas who was down with me from the
Very start ya sayin' this ya sayin' that
The actual fact ya only lookin' for a way out
So back up off me

Chorus

Shoot you in yo head makin' sure your dead
Everybody's talkin' about the way that you bled
But ain't no rats around because tec-9 is in the clear
So watch yo back mutherfucker cuz i'm creepin' up on ya from the rear

Verse two
{lil' ya}

Damn why they fuckin' with an nigga
Ya not on the map but yet makin' yo name bigger
You and that ho shit you know you don't mean it
But if ya want some drama won't ya step to ya bitch
Ya talkin' bad about a nigga bitch get yo mind right
Put down yo guns and let's begin to fight
Cuz i'm a gangster and ya know i'm true to the game
Test my nuts anyway to see if i'm lame
I got muscle comin' strong gee
Tellin' this o'l mark ass gangstas
To back up off me

Chorus

Shoot you in yo head makin' sure your dead
Everybody's talkin' about the way that you bled
But ain't no rats around because lil' ya is in the clear
So watch yo back nigga cuz i'm creepin' up on ya from the rear

Third verse
{yella boy}

Now a days i'm comin' round but it's cool ya see
Still a ho ass mutherfuker better act ya like ya know fool
Ya better step correct because i'm gonna put yo ass in check
Comin' stompin' out the third you the "u" is in effect
Nigga i still thought niggas livin' violent kimo by by my side
If ya ever slip my pass that mean yo ass want to die
I'm tellin' you like this cuz yall niggas makin' me pissed
Ya fuckin' with the cash money ya gonna get yo damn head split
Jealous bitches here boo-koo jealous bitches there
My nigga lil' slim say shake yo ass up in a minute
Bitch i started off strong i bet ten that's how finish
What kind of nigga try'na go for his bitches be try'na stop me
All upset they need to find them some dick
But i'm gonna let the fuckin' pressure grow
Suckin' makin' me strong slippin' with that ho shit
Don't ya know i got pussy c'mon to me bitches on my
Dick and that is that b-32 and suga fingers keepin' things tight
That's an fact (yeah) i got the six and b mob by my side
So watch yo back here come an mutherfuckin' drive by
Loadin' the gat's we got to be strapped packin' the gat's
Can't get trapped steppin' hos checkin' a nigga with my bozack
Why i got to keep on tellin' you not to battle me
When ya know one thing that you can never pay me back
So bitch get off me

Chorus

Shoot you in yo head makin' sure your dead
Everybody's talkin' about the way that you bled
But ain't no rats around because yella boy is in the clear
So watch yo back mutherfucker cuz i'm creepin' up on ya from the rear


Shoot you in yo head makin' sure your dead
Everybody's talkin' about the way that you bled
But ain't no rats around because the u is in the clear
So watch yo back mutherfucker cuz i'm creepin' up on ya from the rear


The "u" is for uptown uptown
The "n" is for niggas niggas
The "l" is for livin' livin'
The "v" is for violent still fuckin' violent

The "u" is for uptown uptown
The "n" is for niggas niggas
The "l" is for livin' livin'
The "v" is for violent still fuckin' violent

Chorus

Tell ya bout this time things they got wild
They got wild they got wild they got rowdy
So let me tell you about this time things they got wild
They got wild they got wild they got rowdy

Verse 1
{yella boy}

I was creepin' through newtons gave my boy some fuckin' dap
I looked to my right and lil' hurt was about to strap
I rocked upon the mic i made the whole crowd clap
Tec-9 was in the back with boo-koo bitches on his lap
Bigge de bouncin' through the pot hos was on my j
I'm givin' eye to eye to this lil' freak named renee
Spittin' much game and my game be cold
Now why them hos be sweatin' me
Because of the vibes of the kangol

Chorus

Tell ya bout this time things they got wild
They got wild they got wild they got rowdy
So let me tell you about this time things they got wild
They got wild they got wild they got rowdy

Verse two
{tec-9}

Everybody buck wild because it's sunday night
Music got it goin' on and it's kind of hype
Lil' ya is on the mutherfuckin' mic tonight
Got the bitches pussy poppin' so we keepin' it tight
My nigga pee wee in the back rippin' shit up
He asked me would i grab the mic i said wusup
Ya know i slowly approach the mic wit my hand
Everybody was clappin' to what i was sayin'
Till that nigga from the other side shouted out
Mutherfuck that third put a boot in yo mouth!
Got damn nigga trippin' must be on that shit
Cuz before the bitch knew i was gettin' dat lick
As i knocked out the big mouth who fucked up my show
I told him it was sent around so it's time to go

Chorus

Tell ya bout this time things they got wild
They got wild they got wild they got rowdy
So let me tell you about this time things they got wild
They got wild they got wild they got rowdy

Third verse
{lil' ya}

Sittin' in the club lookin' real sharp gee
Niggas break out fightin' uh oh its gettin' rowdy
Hos in the front try'na break it up i'm chillin' in the back
Try'na get my fuckin' dick sucked
Ya see they distracted about wards
They servin' them hos come up drivin' and shoppin' in fancy cars
But me i'm just chillin' like a fuckin' villain
Step against the chrome and there will be another killin'
Somebody's on the mic rockin' the bitches
Lil' slim my nigga pimp they shit was tight
Nigga lit up a blunt the hos was nothin' nice
The big man started to make fight
Chairs started flyin' in the air
But when you at newtons nobody don't care
Then ms. tee poped up on the scene
With that i don't give a ( i don't give a)
You know what that mean bitches weigh tires
With the fuck me yella they was straight eddie bowin'
Who the fuck is tec-9 a nigga with a lot of dog bitches
On his mutherfuckin' mind then i head of juvie of valence street
Down wit playa they call him lil' gangsta dee
Newton was wild that night gee that's the same night
Every fuckin' thing got wild

Chorus

Tell ya bout this time things they got wild
They got wild they got wild they got rowdy
So let me tell you about this time things they got wild
They got wild they got wild they got rowdy

Verse four
{yella boy}

I slowly moved to the bar to get another slow gin
I turned back around hands was goin' in the wind
A nigga can't walk straight he full of that fuckin' dank
Walked up to another nigga that was drunk and waist his drink
He said ya blow my fuckin' high so nigga don't apologize
I feel ya about to play me like a ho suddenly ya bout to die

Chorus

Tell ya bout this time things they got wild
They got wild they got wild they got rowdy
So let me tell you about this time things they got wild
They got wild they got wild they got rowdy

Fifth verse
{tec-9}

Now i can't understand how a nigga sweat a bitch
Gettin' all pumped because yo ho in my shit
If ya tell her in her face ya fucked her
Then that uptown bitch wouldn't disrespect ya
You don went and got yo whole posse for me
Ya tried to test my nine to see if i was a gee
Mutherfucker as i pop my trunk let me see dat ass run
But the bullets from my gage put ya on front page
All the shit that went down didn't even make since
When they put you in the bag i was diggin' up in yo bitch
As i left the scene everybody started to watch me
I got to get the fuck before them people try to rob me

Chorus

Tell ya bout this time things they got wild
They got wild they got wild they got rowdy
So let me tell you about this time things they got wild
They got wild they got wild they got rowdy


Everything is wild yo that's not my style
I like to keep my game smooth like the water in the nile
Why shits always startin' while a nigga is try'na chill
Every fuckin' night ya hear somebody's gettin' killed