Tales from Tha Guttah

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 .30 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 moss 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 and obliterate 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 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 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-