Guilty

Lyrics

[Segue: Bullet & Full Clip] Get shot! Bitch! [Verse 1: Full Clip] Who the fuck is you to say I'm guilty? So my hands are filthy, back the fuck up off me! I'm a criminal, my tech nine goes "Hum" Accusin' me is like callin' a retard dumb To the fe to the fum, my trigger finger's dumb You can sit back and watch as my nickel plate dumps I explode body parts with one finger squeezin' It's killin' season, I be guilty for no reason [Verse 2: Converse] I'm the filthiest, so consider me the guiltiest The number one murder suspect on the list For conspiracy and cold-blooded murder allegedly I bang with the Rydas, but twicе as deadly separately Plus, I'm into all typе of automatic weaponry Don't play with me unless you playin' Double Jeopardy For those who slept on me, murder has to be committed Leave all kinds of evidence so they know I did it [Verse 3: Sawed Off] Go 'head and throw the book at me, I'm guilty But first you gotta catch me, givin' up doesn't come easy Yes, I did it, I admit it, what you wanna do, ho? I'll smack the fuckin' judge and shove a javel through his temple Incarcerate me, man, you crazy, what you smokin'? Fuck your video and tell surveillance "Stop provokin'" Guilty as charged, but I ain't goin' back behind bars Ten o' clock news, masked man armed at large [Chorus: Lil' Shank] I'm guilty of so many things (Who are you to judge?) Mind your own or wind up riddled with slugs I'm a Ryda to the very last (You don't want us all up in your cash) So mind your own or we gon' dump up in that ass! (Come on!) I'm guilty of so many things (Who are you to judge?) Mind your own or wind up riddled with slugs I'm a Ryda to the very last (You don't want us all up in your cash) So mind your own or we gon' dump up in that ass! (Come on!) [Verse 4: Cell Block] I shot my pops, he was a guilty drunk He slapped my moms up with the barrel of his gun But then again, maybe it was all around time She was a hooker and he had to lay his pimp hand down, shit I don't know, I was only six years old Watchin' him at the table every night, sniffin' blow It was fucked up, I grew up way too fast With a hooker and a dope dealin' pimp as my parents! [Verse 5: Foe Foe] The whole crew can get a piece of this dick And fuck the judge and his bailiff, and I'ma get the plaintiff (Fuck y'all!) Never fuck with a killer who's not afraid To use a shotgun, Glock, or a blade, finish it off with a grenade And blow your block off (Pow!) Keep the top before I put one in the side of your head, leavin' the passenger dead Willin' to bet that in the next couple of days They'll say they found the body and just throw my case away [Bridge: Bullet] I didn't do shit, I never did nothin' Fuck that lyin'-ass bitch, she frontin' Don't judge me, I didn't do shit wrong We just kept ridin', bumpin' along I didn't do shit, I never did nothin' Fuck that lyin'-ass bitch, she frontin' Don't judge me, I didn't do shit wrong We just kept ridin', bumpin' along [Verse 6: Lil' Shank] I'm guilty of not givin' a fuck, guilty of grippin' a black truck With tinted windows and the bump-bump Guilty of strappin' a loaded piece on my hip Guilty of situations where I hustled and played a pimp Not a simp or a mark either, I hold it down Like a restraint, thinkin' I'm frontin', but I ain't Guilty of eatin' big shrimps and barbecue ribs While others sellin' crack just to feed they kids, come on! [Verse 7: Bullet] Bitch, I'm guilty, and because of it, I'm glad to be rich I'm happy, gutter fabulous, I'll fuck a raggedy bitch I ride dirtay, pull me over, Bullet's is bustin' He might not have checked the trunk, I take no chances, I ain't trust him I'm a gangsta, pigs call me Bullet the Monster I'm demonstratin' murder skills if anybody wants to Rydas are ready and guilty of all sorts Even blowin' richies out of golf carts, keep it gangsta! [Chorus: Lil' Shank] I'm guilty of so many things (Who are you to judge?) Mind your own or wind up riddled with slugs I'm a Ryda to the very last (You don't want us all up in your cash) So mind your own or we gon' dump up in that ass! (Come on!) I'm guilty of so many things (Who are you to judge?) Mind your own or wind up riddled with slugs I'm a Ryda to the very last (You don't want us all up in your cash) So mind your own or we gon' dump up in that ass! (Come on!)