Method Man – Straight Gutta (feat. Redman, Hanz On, Streetlife) [Official Music Video]


Home right now, know what I’m saying? Dolo mic, man. Sound proof man, this family right now. You know what I’m saying? Straight gutta shit man, this how we do. Ayo, street life man its all day , everyday man. Wherever you’re at, wherever you lay man. It’s what we do. 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 forms 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, it’ll 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 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 gee 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 aiigh 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 & that street shit go, my niggas fit
Hanz on with the cavalry yo, we in the mix Ayo one MC two MC
When my gun out, everybody goes down Word on the street, these boys get butta
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 butta
Fuck with me, nigga, cause this straight gutta I got 28 38’s 48 machine guns
Wu-Tang recon, check out the return 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 a rubba for the come up Block nigga shine like a 5D shutta
Red, Hanz & Street run this run this We getting buku scrilla
My brothers on their 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

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