(chorus) Guttaville. niggas pop, people get killed down in Guttaville. hustle hard, or broke steel down in Guttaville. far away from society Guttaville. i wish the devil would try me. I'm riding low, white walls on the caddy steel I'm high as the rocks, all the way to lattyville Not far from figures stop ask him how yah papi feel Clean cut? keep the head nappy still (guttaville), yeah, we broke out here Peel the road like blunts, when you smoked out there Imagine takin' the stunt some place where niggas left you Then they tried to test you, you made them all respect you See, thats exactly where my people come from The grind, the audience, the slash and beans come from We done walked through the stormy weather sleep with my gun There's a lot of math i don't wanna teach to my son The hide of rocks, the stove and the beaker be one See the simple mind will always have to pay a hard price Where i'm from it's cold, we keep the heater at night Jay ain't the only one that had to live the hard knocked life. We from... (chorus) Guttaville. niggas pop, people get killed down in Guttaville. hustle hard, or broke steel down in Guttaville. far away from society Guttaville. i wish the devil would try me. You can die on the corner, come up off a quarter Place an order, have over easy under some water You can get whatever you need, 40 ounces and weed Coca leaves cook in the kitchen, kids play in the streets 15 with heat belt buckles stuck on they knees Could we disrespect jump and you niggas will bleed Money, bitches and burnas; cars, beef and the murdas Trying to change for 'em, just say: fuck 'em, we dirty Get jacked for your jersey, get that ass shot for your rims Shooting dice broad daylight, up on kakies and timbs At the club, niggas 16 deep in the truck Niggaz talking shit, they ain't strapped, stupid as fuck Go to the 51 tray, you would see what i mean You ain't gotta be an actor to get cut from the scene The roads will spot him, he here for the whole part of him He don't care, he only stopped, he will ran on your whole block We from... (chorus) Guttaville. niggas pop, people get killed down in Guttaville. hustle hard, or broke steel down in Guttaville. far away from society Guttaville. i wish the devil would try me. Either kill or be killed, you can be fake or be real Turn into somebody's meal My whole section is eight steel We live of "let's make deals, with killers that take pills" No marta, we stay real. eat of your meal Fat, but posted on your god for wantin meal God, my hood's ill. save 'em, Working hard nine to five, but wont pay 'em The lord treat my niggas like roaches. they tryna spray 'em The government be halling ten fo, they ok and Black to the future, they tryna back to the day us The devil never played for oakland, we still raiders Only god can save us. (chorus) Guttaville. niggas pop, people get killed down in Guttaville. hustle hard, or broke steel down in Guttaville. far away from society Guttaville. i wish the devil would try me.