Correction Paroles Tales From Tha Guttah par Ramirez

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*59 thug 'til my body turns Grey, ’til you
*59 thug 'til my body turns Grey, 'til you
*59 thug ’til my body turns Grey, 'til you
Put me in the dirt and leave my body to de-, body to decay
You feel me?

You see me hoppin' out that bucket with a donkey dick extended clip
Ridin' with your partner so that's more bodies finna get hit
I'm from the streets that'll chew you up and spit you out quick, in a jiffy
You say you 'bout that action but I’ve never seen you pull no licks
I let the llama do the speakin’, it don't take no talk-back (Grrah)
I take your bitch and make her flip, bitch, she gon’ work her track
Protected by my dead homies, rollin' one deep inside the 'Lac
I pop the trunk, this thirty got me geekin', burnin’ down the sack
Bitch, I'm the Militant Gorilla (Ayy, ayy)
The Walking Corpse and I ain't talkin' 'bout no thriller
Totin' on the capper driller (Ayy, ayy)
Apply the pressure, stomp you out so you gon' feel this
It's that boss shit, knock a bitch, I'm steady flossin'
I'm in the field, runnin' deep, watch me mosh shit
You in my hood so you better walk with caution
BGs gonna strip you down 'cause they ain't got no other options

You say you 'bout it but you talkin' to the feds
My young BG pull up and bust your fuckin' head
There ain't no God in here so he can't hear your prayers
Knockin' down your block, it's the Gorilla huntin' heads
You say you 'bout it but you talkin' to the feds
My young BG pull up and bust your fuckin' head
There ain't no God in here so he can't hear your prayers
Knockin' down your block, it's the Gorilla huntin' heads

Let me tell you a thing; streets don't love you, that's a game
I done seen too many goons get killed or locked up in the cage
You get taken from your innocence at a very young age
Tryna put food on the table 'cause yo' momma barely gettin' paid
Grew up in a roach-infested house, less cuttin', now fuck a drought
Tryna make the move 'cause this next nigga tryna take me out
Paranoia runnin' deep in through my mind
Huggin' tight all on my bitch but my bitch is a Glock .9
The red beam touch your face, bring the static, watch me infiltrate
Pull up to your compound in the pit of rage
I'm like a surgeon, give your bitch-ass a new face, slit
Never trusted with the autopilot in the spaceship
Red and blue lights, duckin' from the feds, if I get caught, then I'm dead
Put me in a coffin, leave me bloody red
I'm out the window with that bullshit
I turn your kickback into a funeral, empty out the fuckin' clip

*59 thug 'til my body turns Grey, 'til you
*59 thug 'til my body turns Grey, 'til you
*59 thug 'til my body turns Grey, 'til you
Put me in the dirt and leave my body to de-, body to decay
*59 thug 'til my body turns Grey, 'til you
*59 thug 'til my body turns Grey, 'til you
*59 thug 'til my body turns Grey, 'til you
Put me in the dirt and leave my body to de-, body to de-

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