Tales From Tha Guttah - Ramirez

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

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

Put me in the dirt and leave my body to de-, body to decay

Put me in the dirt and leave my body to de-, body to de-