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t-rock & mr. sche - how it goes in da gutta lyrics

[intro: mr. sche]
look here, you can’t depend on n0body out here in these streets, n_gga
you on your own
let me tell you somethin’
the opps? the opps don’t k!ll you
it’s the n_gga ridin’ with you

[post_chorus: mr. sche]
this how it goes
this how it goes
this how it goes
sell out friends, sell out brunts
this how it goes
this how it goes
this how it goes
when we hustle for that b_tter
[verse 1: t_rock]
stay up out my bi’ness, haters won’t get out my mix
i’m agitated by the talk, little boy, you bouncin’ like a b_tch
you f_ckboy’s a sight to see
more fake than i can see
if it’s more clear, these n_ggas worse than lyin’, didn’t lie to me
they sell you out, stab you in the back, leave you with nothin’ left
that’s why i ain’t got that many friends and i keep to myself
maggot hoes follow my traces, i know they trecherous
tryna see who i’m f_ckin’, tappin’ my text messages
b_tch, you’ve gotta be bluffin’
all that jivin’ and shuckin’
puttin’ your nose in my bi’ness ain’t accomplishin’ nothin’ (tell ‘em)
get out my sh_t, stay out my sh_t, get a life of your own
f_ck what she make and what he got, shut your mouth and go home
no, n_gga no, what you said ain’t what you saw
these n_ggas talk a hundred miles, lyin’ through they jaw
runnin’ your mouth about sh_t you don’t know about
do us a favor, ain’t sat with acquaintances
shut the f_ck up about sh_t not concerning you
go get a life and stay out my bi’ness

[chorus: mr. sche]
this how it goes in da gutta
this how it goes in da gutta
this how it goes in da gutta
sell out friends, sell out brunts
this how it goes in da gutta
this how it goes in da gutta
this how it goes in da gutta
when we hustle for that b_tter
[post_chorus: mr. sche]
this how it goes
this how it goes
this how it goes
sell out friends, sell out brunts
this how it goes
this how it goes
this how it goes
when we hustle for that b_tter

[verse 2: mr. sche]
daily i plunder, daily i wonder, runnin’ these streets with the wrong crowd
motherf_ckers don’t know about me, better stay out the way
and i suggest you close your mouth, i’m from the south
gold t__th inside of my mouth
don’t [?] than a nappy head, that’s what i said
y’all haters don’t f_ck with me or y’all n_ggas gon’ end up dead
got nothin’ to prove, everything to lose
i was on my own from my mama’s womb
i’m a gangster baby, gotta deal with these n_ggas that’s shady
on the daily, that’s how it be
so, don’t assume you got some room or you b_tch_n_ggas try to walk next to me
no competition, a constant mission
i’m on my own, just tryin’ to eat
i can’t believe these n_ggas act just like hoes
you’ve got a problem? address me
it’s an odd thing, these n_ggas quick to say they real
but don’t ever see ‘em in the streets
so incomplete, i’m strapped with heat
no one to trust, no safe place a gangster sleep
without a motherf_cker, it might be
just runnin’ out from the mouth, i’ma make sure he rest in peace
no substitute for stupid_ass fools
stick out your chest and pop out the tool
you can’t negotiate when fake n_ggas hate
they minds made up and minds made too
so this how it is in the gutter
n_ggas will sell out, they phonies (ugh!)
so watch yourself or each other
when the bullets rip, take cover
[chorus: mr. sche]
this how it goes in da gutta
this how it goes in da gutta
this how it goes in da gutta
sell out friends, sell out brunts
this how it goes in da gutta
this how it goes in da gutta
this how it goes in da gutta
when we hustle for that b_tter

[post_chorus: mr. sche]
this how it goes
this how it goes
this how it goes
sell out friends, sell out brunts
this how it goes
this how it goes
this how it goes
when we hustle for that b_tter

- t rock mr sche

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