Gutz - Dynasty/Pandoras Box Lyrics

My life ain't sweet
Before my teens
I had a bitter face
I hit 15 and grew accustomed
To the lemons taste
And now I'm grown
Looking for another tree to shake
From a deserted place
Where waters scarce
But junkies ain't
Never could be scared straight
The crooked way put food on plates
Movin' in a Phalanx
We marching through yo hood today
We had gone through great lengths
Was moving mountains
Crossing states
Always on the paper chase
Kilos for the kilos
Bitch you is just a hoe
Thats coming from Carlito
If I had it my way
Woulda been gone
Woulda been cold
If I had it my way
Woulda brought yall to the circle
Straight to the 5th
With a 9 and drum
Ain't using sticks
Tracks from needle pokes
And the landlord plottin' to evict
Lacked the bare necessities
What makes you think I need a bitch
Junkie knockin' on the door
Asking if my dad here
And I told em "No"
He said "Thank you I'll be on my way"
Junkie knockin' on the door
Asking if "my dad-" again
And I told em "No"
He said "Can you go and double check?"
"Tell em that my name is-"
So I went and woke him up
Told em that "-"
Is askin' for em
And he smacked his lips
Got up in his boxer briefs
Dug inside his boxer drawer
Grabbed his 44 hid it
Then he peeked outside the door
"Why the f*ck you at my house
Next time I'ma f*ck you up
I'ma serve you this one time
There won't be another one"
This was life everyday
Ain't go to church
Ain't ever prayed
Every now and then a raid
Then its back to day to day
Cameras set up for surveillance
Guard dogs
And we considered armed and dangerous
Black SRT
With the Black Ice fragrance
Golden Peak Sweet Tea drinkin'
Glock Aimin'
Keys in the crib
My bitch a mule
Left the keys with my rib
Yeah the keys to the whip
Pandoras Box shit
Never shoulda opened it
Keys in the crib
My bitch a mule
Left the keys with my rib
Yeah the keys to the whip
Pandoras Box shit
Never shoulda opened it