The Gutter - dust

Let me walk you through a day inside the dope spot Bullet proof cars like the pope got Fiends knockin' at my door, 6AM I hope not That shit be fuckin' with the business when the stove hot Well look at me in the kitchen with the stove top Ziplock bag, distribution to the whole block Shit the whole city We got the Paris Hilton, make your nose pretty Make them fat hoes skinny You got the smoke, we supply the chimney Then we on the porch sippin' Mickeys like I know Minnie Bitch lookin' for mollies? Tell her I got plenty I'm in that cherry red Chevy right outside Denny's You know me, lowkey Window cracked and he blowin' that Ashton Kutch Like he macked Demi You gun talkin'? See that black semi Blood spillin' blood on them black pennys nigga that's gutter Gutter, gutter Nigga that's gutter Gutter, gutter Keep it gutter Guess that's my mind frame Niggas can't kill me cause they ain't tryna find Game Even if they was I'm at the Staples, Louboutin frames Feet on the wood, nigga I could trip Lebron James I keep it hood Bandana with that bang bang Red rag .45, that's the same thing I take the same route home in the same lane Same car, same nigga, just the fame changed I walk around like I never heard the same Game Watch Menace To Society but caine caine Then I became king leader of the chain gang Still park my Rolls Royce and hop back on the same train Then hop out on the same street Where the dealers and the fiends eat Where the killers and the everything in-between meet Get your face covered with that white sheet That nigga died over Twitter beef Tryna keep it gutter Tryna keep it gutter Keep it gutter Tryna keep it gutter Gutter, gutter Nigga that's gutter

I went out cattin Pussyfootin around Till the break of dawn Found me knocked out flat on my head Some feline beauty Waved her tail my way I just had to stay I couldn't get the blood off my hands She made my eyes bug out Her tail stand up And i ain't even in heat for a month (Meow) House cat You really got it made Sleepin all night And perfect delight of day Some feline beauty Waved her tail my way I just had to stay I couldn't get the blood off my bed She made my eyes bug out Her tail stand up And i ain't even in heat for a month (Meow... mrreow... meow! meow! meow!) Some bad cats from 4th street Come down to our alley Well we say that's cool But just stay away from me and my boys Eyes clash And claws slash And green-eyed fur goes flyin Midnight Catfight Neckbite Die When you're a jet, you're a jet all the way From your first cigarette, till your last dyin day When you're a jet, let 'em do what they can Little boy, you got friends, you're a family man The jets are in gear They're always well-respected You're never alone When company's expected You're well-protected Here come the jets Like a bat out of hell Somone gets in our way Someone don't feel so well When you're a jet You - stay - a - jet (Pow!)