Nigga ya gutted/ya paper on a budget/

ya aint got a pot to piss in, no bucket/

you niggas call ass on facts you cant cover/

ya homie got bread, but you dead luggage/

tommy tucker/neighborhood sucker/

ya baby momma duck ya/bitches wont fuck ya/

ya petty thief, ya name is don't trust ya/

betta stay out them peoples' store ‘fore the cops cuff ya/

david ruffin/eddie kain puffa/

nights like this ya wish for ???/

when raindrops fall on ya head wit no umbrella,

fella eh eh eh/ya broke/ya busted/ya gutted

You gutted/ch ch you gutted/

you talkin bout that bread but ya bread aint buttered/

ch ch you gutted/uh uh you gutted/

you talkin ace of spades but you ballin on a budget/

yea yea you gutted/ch ch you gutted/

you see us gold bottles and dem buckets/

yea yea you gutted/ch ch you gutted/

wit the roc boys in the house open bar we got it covered

Bicth ya gutted/whole twist fucked up/

ya knees stay scuffed up, from sucking that nut up/

just to get a buck to get your hair did done up/

your manicure refill da barefeet shiekhill/

or dem dollar store chinese slippas/

ya weave track slippin/kitchen full of dishes/

house full of bebe kids, that stay shittin/

baby bottle empty/ya rent check missing/

you rock Gucci this and that but ya kids bummy/

you lettin strangers claim em for income tax money/

you need a whole foot in your ass, that shit you pullin/

you weekend looker/car change hooker/ya gutted

You gutted/ch ch you gutted/

you talkin bout that bread but ya bread aint buttered/

ch ch you gutted/uh uh you gutted

/you talkin ace of spades but you ballin on a budget/

yea yea you gutted/ch ch you gutted/

you see us gold bottles and dem buckets/

yea yea you gutted/ch ch you gutted/

wit the roc boys in the house open bar we got it covered

You just gon fake it tell you make it huh?/

rented houses on mtv, you tapin them/

fine hoes in your videos, you drappin them/

green screens in the projects, you safe in them/

fine cars in your videos, you pay for them/

shit I cant knock your hustle tho, you make it fun/

dear rapper ?? you been foolin the public/

people startin to think yall real and do something/

things we do when niggas do 200/

its something like platinum to us true snuff em/

back to life you're the reality/

you're salary is like celery/

we eatin over here nigga, you like salad to me/

get your weight up/get your steak up/

those little acres, get your estate up/

face us your gonna need a allen and some imaginary players,

take 2000/ya gutted

You gutted/ch ch you gutted/

you talkin bout that bread but ya bread aint buttered/

ch ch you gutted/uh uh you gutted/

you talkin ace of spades but you ballin on a budget/

yea yea you gutted/ch ch you gutted/

you see us gold bottles and dem buckets/

yea yea you gutted/ch ch you gutted/

wit the roc boys in the house open bar we got it covered

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