Project Pat - How it Goes in the Gutta lyrics

How it goes in this gutta
How it goes in this gutta
It can all end while ya
Tryin' to getcha butta
How it goes in this gutta
How it goes in this gutta
It can all end while ya
Tryin' to getcha butta
How it goes in this gutta
How it goes in this gutta
It can all end while ya
Tryin' to getcha butta
How it goes in this gutta
How it goes in this gutta
It can all end while ya
Tryin' to getcha butta

So this is how it ends?
Hype standin' o-ver my carcass
Snatchin' up my dope, runnin' off
In-to the darkness
Hyde Park, niggas, Hollywood
Killin' for war just
Dope bein' sold, out the back
Do' of them porches
Told my lil nigga leave the paint
Off of the Caddy
Carjacked and killed, his lil' girl
Left wit' no daddy
Ten years later daddy's death
Still gon haunt her
The saw was bein' drought
Momentarily buy marijuana
Rock, after rock is bein' slung
Babies is hungry
Mama's debit card is zero, I got the moment
Trappin' in this trap
Coldhearted guns that'll kill ya
Smith & Wessun hollow tips
Mayne that'll drill ya

Standin' in the door-way
Hand on the throw-way
Some niggas ride by, I spy, lookin' my way
Shady looks don't make sense
So I got on de-fense
Mossberg cocked mayne turn yo'
Flesh to meat mince
Poppin' off, at the first sign of some static
Gotta keep it safe for the dope
And the addicts
We swangin' these boat loads
Dodgin' the po'-po's
Duckin' time on this crime
Mission out a boat load don't know
If we have to blast or get blasted
K bullet blow ya skull off, it was drastic
You niggas don't, really want beef
You can sang it
The real question is cow-ard
Will ya brang it?