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Higher The Guts

'd died anyway Now gone I'm gonna get you for that Get you more like a chance I'm more of a guns to the wall The guts that cut through your lungs Every

'd died anyway Now gone I'm gonna get you for that Get you more like a chance I'm more of a guns to the wall The guts that cut through your lungs Every

you'd died anyway Now gone I'm gonna get you for that Get you more like a chance I'm more of a guns to the wall The guts that cut through your lungs Every

crew don't mess around (Make it funky) So the girls can get busy, dog the dance floor Make the guys get dizzy (Make it funky) Totally def as Evil E guts

I'm in the collard green 6, cornbread in the guts Got the Halloween kicks trick or treatin' the clutch Come on nigga, is you trickin' or what? Flow tighter

the Boneyard, thuggin' off with the Graveyard Shift, then comin' up for your ho card, bitch. Scandalous niggas dwell in the Clair, be servin' them chop chops. We rippin' them guts

IM in the collard green 6 cornbread in the guts Got dat halloween kicks trick or treat in the clutch C'mon nigga is you trickin or what Flow tighter

'm takin' the hard road As long as it's my own I'm takin' the hard road Each rock is a stepping stone I'm takin' the hard road With all of its highs and

wanna quit, I suffocate it I chew bubblicious, stress repetitious Vicious, I'm one outsider Up above the streets on the DCY-er Higher, fire in my guts