The Gutter Shit (Feat. Jayo Felony, Gangsta And Squeak Ru)

I been servin n****s since 1985
N****s want the gutter
Ice Cube Jay-O Felony
My n***a Gangsta Squeek Rule
Keep it gangsta yall keep it gangsta
N****s want that gutter sh*t
**** that other sh*t that play it for your mother sh*t
Aint the rugged sh*t
N****s want that gutter sh*t
**** that other sh*t that play it for your mother sh*t
Aint the rugged sh*t
Keep it gangsta yall I want to thank you all
N****s comin with that bulls**t its gankin yall
We can ride to this kinda sh*t and bank them all
N***a ball till you fall ************ thats all
Cant none of yall hang with me putin in work
Turn this ************ up unless you goin to church
Nowadays crazy a** *****es want they bills paid
But cant even make a good thang of kool-aid
But chicken heads get chicken feed
Lil d **k and w**d
Everything that a chicken need
Tryin to pot I get real as Chris Rock
Make a b***h hot turn into Fort Knox
Its Ice Cube comin straight from the gutter
Westcoast Don you fags undastata
There is sa-lethal in the gas chamber
Im full of anger n***a the west is in the house
But you still in for some danger
And when im thru I take your b***h and finger bang her
But if she looks tossed up ill slang her
Beat you like mama dearest with a clothes hanger
Cuz the gang a n****s be tryin to spit
But you cant spit it like this
I come equiped to rip any battle
And leave him strung in his crew
But they put me in the twist like Trump
I can collapse or puncture the lungs of anyone
Give him a chance to spit his last word unerve
Then he done
20/20 aint good enough
Rappers they aint seein me this Jay-O Felony
And nobody can stand three of me
Caution keep MCs out of my reach im on a mission
And be gettin to your ****in hide to be called a physician
Immediately I puts it down at a show
But loked to choke the sh*t out a fool n***a dats on doo low
Keep it gansta yall keep it gangsta
Keep it gansta yall keep it gangsta
Keep it gansta yall keep it gangsta
Keep it gansta yall keep it gangsta
Im sick of these rap n** **s lyin bout they rich
Lyin bout they *****
Lyin bout they d**k
Im sick of these rap n****s lyin bout they hits
Lyin bout they whips
Lyin bout they six
Im sick of these rap n****s lyin bout they clothes
Lyin bout they h**s
Lyin bout they rows
Im sick of these rap n****s lyin bout they house
Lyin about they clout
Lyin up in they mouth
Its the Mah-hurage-ny my n****s kamekaze
Illu ****ughty b***h h**s in they body
We the riders we push like mahz-er-aties
Do karatees on hatters and you hotties
**** the party come on my n****s focus
We the richest pretend that we the brokest
N****s noticeas soon as youre checking quotas
We the coldest so go and tell the rollers
Who dat next out the game in blue kahks
Gangstas the name n****s wonderin how I do that
By the thug way package and transportin the d**g way
Only means of makin a livin the Crip and Blood way
Im on grates when im grindin
Im on stakes when im dinnin
And on sundays on the wine
Is you cant calm the savage beast
And I can make your birds rise like geese K-Mac tell em
You sell em I swell em loke
Hard or soft determines how much a n***a sell em for
We got the fish scale texture
Now if you cook it yourself you get extras
Dub that sh*t to death with this dub thang
Only a few n ****s left with this love mang
So we cop together put it in the beeker
Rock together claim blocks together
And **** **** together n***a
N****s want that gutter sh*t
**** that other sh*t that play it for your mother sh*t
Aint the rugged sh*t
N*** *s want that gutter sh*t
**** that other sh*t that play it for your mother sh*t
Aint the rugged sh*t
Look in my eyes
I see the dollar sign dogg and my d**k start to rise
Got to handle money got to stack the money
Buzzin like a bee cuz I crave for the honey
Million dollar tickets make ***** es look wicked
So you innocent h**s aint got to like ta kick it
I know you knows cuz now my decimals
Done fiend for the green keep you itchin in your panty hose
Your eyes full of gleem
You wanna get on my team and live my dream
Captain of the ship is what im boastin
Hit the three wheel motion im the sh*t when im coastin
Down the boulevard flossin hard
Lights hit the chrome dont go lick em like a movie star
Money makes me a savage
Sh*t I brake down the world for the cabbage
Keep it gansta yall
Keep it gangsta
Keep it gansta yall
Keep it gangsta
Keep it gansta yall
Keep it gangsta
All my life
Keep it gansta yall
Keep it gangsta
All my life
N****s want that gutter sh*t
**** that other sh*t that play it for your mother sh*t
Aint the rugged sh*t
N****s want that gutter sh*t
**** that other sh*t that play it for your mother sh*t
Aint the rugged sh*t