gutter boy he's a gutter boy in the gutter boy 'cos he's a gutter boy his hands start to shake, his breathings getting slow his mind tries to think which way
be got'en yapes Thunderbird and Nighttrain made from the rotten grapes Dance boy, sing boy, run boy, rap We'd all be rich if it was boy bust a cap I gotta
. What, you ain't smokin, my friend? Blunt stay right in my hand. Light green just came in. So, by the way back then, Got niggas way back when. Found
I got shot with a buck shot, shot me down But you know you can't paint a frown on a clown Sewer gutter blood runs through my system Death stopped by
learn that from that clown jeefers These nigga turning on they own people These niggas devils out here [Chorus] [Verse 3: Shell] The streets told me boy gutter
hip hop, money, sex and drugs After chicks that got money and tech's with slugs You see the head to toe, yo, the way I dress is love Plus them nine bang
, I've got work to do I got shot with a buck shot, shot me down But you know you can't paint a frown on a clown Sewer gutter blood runs through my system
close might be ur boy thats tryin burn u, dog u never know man look these hoes aint no better they be vulchers too i crossed one of those niggas and now
damn reach Your talk is cheap at least I practice what I teach And when all systems fail you return to the beats But got nothing to say, the chosen one
evil learn that from that clown jeefers These nigga turning on they own people These niggas devils out here [Chorus] [Verse 3: Shell] The streets told me boy gutter
in. What, you ain't smokin, my friend? Blunt stay right in my hand. Light green just came in. So, by the way back then, Got niggas way back when. Found
I got shot with a buck shot, shot me down But you know you can't paint a frown on a clown Sewer gutter blood runs through my system Death stopped by but
your damn reach Your talk is cheap at least I practice what I teach And when all systems fail you return to the beats But got nothing to say, the chosen one
got'en yapes Thunderbird and Nighttrain made from the rotten grapes Dance boy, sing boy, run boy, rap We'd all be rich if it was boy bust a cap I gotta