Gutter Living by 57th Street Rogue Dog Villians Lyrics
[Chorus: Big Scoob]
Born and raised, stranded in these Kansas City gutters
Surrounded by them old backstreet players, and skandalous motherfuckers
Murdderous motherfuckers
You heard of these motherfuckers?
Move the [?]
[?]
[Verse 1: Big Scoob]
Gutter living, till my last mission
Bitches be smitten but they missing
When these niggas gon learn, it's my turn, and I'm running with it
I got trees to burn, money to earn, gudder terms
Surving is my destony, bust that thing if you testing me
Praying then I rest in peace, told you ain't no resting me
Specially not in fucking peace, dope talk gon never seese
Murder rate gotta increase, where we living, belly of the beast
From them corner streets
I be in the struggle, constantly having to hustle
Dodging cops, cocking Glocks
Rap on blocks
Niggas wanna cop
Pop, it ain't gon stop
Gutter living, [?]
Televised on your television
Small things, pulling triggers, slam a nigga
Everyone smoking blunts, everyoody [?]
We just some savages on the hunt
[Chorus: Big Scoob]
Born and raised, stranded in these Kansas City gutters
Surrounded by them old backstreet players, and skandalous motherfuckers
Murdderous motherfuckers
You heard of these motherfuckers?
Move the [?]
[?]
[Verse 2: Bakkari]
I'm gutter living, tryna come up quick
Always talking that dope shit
First time I hit, me and my clique
Tear up shit, it ain't one sit
Hit the gate, drop this weight
Watch me bubble and make this bank
Smoking on dank, stimulate my mind
Killing the stress, I don't need to think
Another caper, a plot
Another spot on your block
To set up shop is my goal, 36 of them whole
In a duffle bag with the Nike tag, closing up my gutter ass
All the feends show me love
Mad dog chacing cash on them
And if them busters infoltrate us, we gon smash on 'm
Dash on 'm, with my mac on 'm
This is Road Dog boss style
Till my last mission, gutter living got a nigga trippin
This verse, half a mission
Bad entensions, them bitches deserve a gillitene
Ghetto gunners gutter living off of dope feends
[Chorus: Big Scoob]
Born and raised, stranded in these Kansas City gutters
Surrounded by them old backstreet players, and skandalous motherfuckers
Murdderous motherfuckers
You heard of these motherfuckers?
Move the [?]
[?]
[Verse 3: Short Nitty]
Gutter living got a nigga trippin
It's time for you to listen
Daddy missing, [?]
How many years does lil Nitty have to cry?
I deal with them nights where I have to go hungry, dog, could you tell me why?
You niggas gotta live like this
Cause I really don't understand
On my knees, I'm asking you, cause you the one that planned it
I tried working that 9 to 5, then a nigga got a little bit older
[?] for me, got it all on my shoulder
Fucked around and had a son, I love him, that's a fact
I'd die before he go without a meal, I put that on my [?]
So I'm on the corner tryna get my money, all is fare
This gutter living send a nigga to hell, I'll see you there
So I grind for mine, write a rhyme
If I have to die, I'm getting my money, must have been my time
This gutter life's all I got, so a gutter life's what I'm getting
Look at this gutter nigga, I be gutter living
[Chorus: Big Scoob]
Born and raised, stranded in these Kansas City gutters
Surrounded by them old backstreet players, and skandalous motherfuckers
Murdderous motherfuckers
You heard of these motherfuckers?
Move the [?]
[?]
Born and raised, stranded in these Kansas City gutters
Surrounded by them old backstreet players, and skandalous motherfuckers
Murdderous motherfuckers
You heard of these motherfuckers?
Move the [?]
[?]
[Verse 1: Big Scoob]
Gutter living, till my last mission
Bitches be smitten but they missing
When these niggas gon learn, it's my turn, and I'm running with it
I got trees to burn, money to earn, gudder terms
Surving is my destony, bust that thing if you testing me
Praying then I rest in peace, told you ain't no resting me
Specially not in fucking peace, dope talk gon never seese
Murder rate gotta increase, where we living, belly of the beast
From them corner streets
I be in the struggle, constantly having to hustle
Dodging cops, cocking Glocks
Rap on blocks
Niggas wanna cop
Pop, it ain't gon stop
Gutter living, [?]
Televised on your television
Small things, pulling triggers, slam a nigga
Everyone smoking blunts, everyoody [?]
We just some savages on the hunt
[Chorus: Big Scoob]
Born and raised, stranded in these Kansas City gutters
Surrounded by them old backstreet players, and skandalous motherfuckers
Murdderous motherfuckers
You heard of these motherfuckers?
Move the [?]
[?]
[Verse 2: Bakkari]
I'm gutter living, tryna come up quick
Always talking that dope shit
First time I hit, me and my clique
Tear up shit, it ain't one sit
Hit the gate, drop this weight
Watch me bubble and make this bank
Smoking on dank, stimulate my mind
Killing the stress, I don't need to think
Another caper, a plot
Another spot on your block
To set up shop is my goal, 36 of them whole
In a duffle bag with the Nike tag, closing up my gutter ass
All the feends show me love
Mad dog chacing cash on them
And if them busters infoltrate us, we gon smash on 'm
Dash on 'm, with my mac on 'm
This is Road Dog boss style
Till my last mission, gutter living got a nigga trippin
This verse, half a mission
Bad entensions, them bitches deserve a gillitene
Ghetto gunners gutter living off of dope feends
[Chorus: Big Scoob]
Born and raised, stranded in these Kansas City gutters
Surrounded by them old backstreet players, and skandalous motherfuckers
Murdderous motherfuckers
You heard of these motherfuckers?
Move the [?]
[?]
[Verse 3: Short Nitty]
Gutter living got a nigga trippin
It's time for you to listen
Daddy missing, [?]
How many years does lil Nitty have to cry?
I deal with them nights where I have to go hungry, dog, could you tell me why?
You niggas gotta live like this
Cause I really don't understand
On my knees, I'm asking you, cause you the one that planned it
I tried working that 9 to 5, then a nigga got a little bit older
[?] for me, got it all on my shoulder
Fucked around and had a son, I love him, that's a fact
I'd die before he go without a meal, I put that on my [?]
So I'm on the corner tryna get my money, all is fare
This gutter living send a nigga to hell, I'll see you there
So I grind for mine, write a rhyme
If I have to die, I'm getting my money, must have been my time
This gutter life's all I got, so a gutter life's what I'm getting
Look at this gutter nigga, I be gutter living
[Chorus: Big Scoob]
Born and raised, stranded in these Kansas City gutters
Surrounded by them old backstreet players, and skandalous motherfuckers
Murdderous motherfuckers
You heard of these motherfuckers?
Move the [?]
[?]