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[00:-4.00]Jay-Z - Gutted (ft. Beanie Sigel)

Nigga ya gutted/ya paper on a budget/
ya aint got a pot to piss in, no bucket/
you niggas call ass on facts you cant cover/
ya homie got bread, but you dead luggage/
tommy tucker/neighborhood sucker/
ya baby momma duck ya/bitches wont fuck ya/
ya petty thief, ya name is don’t trust ya/
betta stay out them peoples’ store ‘fore the cops cuff ya/
david ruffin/eddie kain puffa/
nights like this ya wish for ???/
when raindrops fall on ya head wit no umbrella,
fella eh eh eh/ya broke/ya busted/ya gutted
You gutted/ch ch you gutted/
you talkin bout that bread but ya bread aint buttered/
ch ch you gutted/uh uh you gutted/
you talkin ace of spades but you ballin on a budget/
yea yea you gutted/ch ch you gutted/
you see us v.i.p. gold bottles and dem buckets/
wit the roc boys in the house open bar we got it covered
Bicth ya gutted/whole twist fucked up/
ya knees stay scuffed up, from sucking that nut up/
just to get a buck to get your hair did done up/
your manicure refill da barefeet shiekhill/
or dem dollar store chinese slippas/
ya weave track slippin/kitchen full of dishes/
house full of bebe kids, that stay shittin/
baby bottle empty/ya rent check missing/
you rock Gucci this and that but ya kids bummy/
you lettin strangers claim em for income tax money/
you need a whole foot in your ass, that shit you pullin/
you weekend looker/car change hooker/ya gutted
ch ch you gutted/uh uh you gutted
/you talkin ace of spades but you ballin on a budget/
You just gon fake it tell you make it huh?/
rented houses on mtv, you tapin them/
fine hoes in your videos, you drappin them/
green screens in the projects, you safe in them/
fine cars in your videos, you pay for them/
shit I cant knock your hustle tho, you make it fun/
dear rapper ?? you been foolin the public/
people startin to think yall real and do something/
things we do when niggas do 200/
its something like platinum to us true snuff em/
back to life you’re the reality/
you’re salary is like celery/
we eatin over here nigga, you like salad to me/
get your weight up/get your steak up/
those little acres, get your estate up/
face us your gonna need a allen and some imaginary players,
take 2000/ya gutted