Artist: Outlawz (EDI and Kastro: Blood Brothers)
Song:   Ghetto Gutta
Album:  Novakane
Transcribed by: thaq@2pacsworld.de

[Intro - EDI]
Outlawz, c'mon
Blood Brothers c'mon
Introduction to the Outlaw lifestyle
Get the weed, get the drink
EDI - Kastro, load up pull one in
Outlaw Recordz please respect it
Here we go

[EDI]
Introduction to the outlaw lifestyle
Get the weed, get the drink, turn the lights down
Bang ya hood, show the tatts, let them niggaz know
They crossed the muthafuckin line and now they gotta go
I'm with my family and I'm feelin like "fuck y'all"
I can't see a damn thing but us, dogg
Makaveli lives and shit I'ma fuckin prove it
Second generation Thug Life, who is you?
Hood to hood Outlaw, please respect it
We them niggaz gettin helix when it get hectic
Well trained, smell game from a mile away
Get the bitch to the hide away, right away
E-D-I like a thief in the night
I rock her to sleep, I put my piece through the light, we breathin through light
And we the strength for the strong, keepin it goin
Y'all muthafuckas hate cuz you know


[Chorus - Kastro]
I been a straight gutta nigga for all my life
So, ghetto shit is all I like
Like loud mouth hoes, foul mouth folks
Up three days straight, thuggin in the same clothes
We scrap for a living, trapped in this prison
We take money money without asking permission
Our hearts pumps thug shit, our blood drip fire
The life of an outlaw, for swears to admire

[Kastro]
The butchery, gun talk and money move
The prophercy for young thugs is born to lose
Walk in my shoes, if you can you'sa man
Two hands on your balls, these squares can't understand
Daddy, raised my crazy, now I'm worst
Down thursty for thug money, I guess I'm cursed
Who would've knew that when the kid got big
I be thugged out without giving a shit
I spit dues, appears to me no school
Follow the leader, I'll lead ya, we will not lose
I'm from a rotten deck, for my cards I gotta stop and check
No sweat, I demand respect
Every step you take you walk lightly politley
I do what's not right like fuck appears to Spike Lee
Ain't nobody like me, no need to look
I'm down hard, I die hard, I think I'm hooked


[Chorus - Kastro]
I been a straight gutta nigga for all my life
So, ghetto shit is all I like
Like loud mouth hoes, foul mouth folks
Up three days straight, thuggin in the same clothes
We scrap for a living, trapped in this prison
We take money money without asking permission
Our hearts pumps thug shit, our blood drip fire
The life of an outlaw, for swears to admire

[EDI]
We settin up shop, livin up 'Pac till the death of me
I hear ya back up in my head, don't have to pressure me
Elavation, preparation, bout to take this over
Bout to get a face in this game, I'm mass over
Tired of niggaz givin me the same, run around
You sellin coke, shootin the block, you'sa rapper pow
Nigga please spare me all the details
Me and mine gon' ball or see hell
Will we fail? - nigga never
I got a one shot deal and dogg it's so real
I'm out here like whatever
I could pay these bills or shoot to kill
Cause gutta shit is all I like
Bump a bitch in the day and we fuckin that night
Ghetto shit is all I love
Overpacked clubs and oversized dub shit
.22s, money rules in this life we lead
Lifestyle of an outlaw O.G.


[Chorus - Kastro]
I been a straight gutta nigga for all my life
So, ghetto shit is all I like
Like loud mouth hoes, foul mouth folks
Up three days straight, thuggin in the same clothes
We scrap for a living, trapped in this prison
We take money money without asking permission
Our hearts pumps thug shit, our blood drip fire
The life of an outlaw, for swears to admire

Ghetto shit, gutta shit nigga