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Guilty By Association Feat. Rick Hyde
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Uh, uh
They know
Know, when you jump in this street shit
It's like you guilty by association, nigga (right, right, right)
Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, yeah, yeah
Like that, uh, uh, uh
Know we on that same Eastside Buffalo shit, nigga
I'm product of the crack money
Started out with black money
Then I took a half brick, turned it into rap money
They capped to me (they cappin') talkin' all that blasphemy
I was right there in the ghetto
You ain't have to ask for me (you ain't gotta ask for me, nigga)
You had money, you ain't gotta brag to me (brag to me)
Niggas livin' in the past, swear this shit sad to me
Them old days, (old days) five four four way
When the block did a quarter brick on a slow day
It's a G for a seat, watchin' Curry in the Bay
I been kickin' it with 40, rest in peace Mac Dre
Plus I just seen my dog make a million dollar play
Somebody call Sway, Black Sopranos on the way
In them pretty toys (skrrr)
We sold coke like the 50 boys
This the type of lifestyle that I seen a brick employ
Tears of joy, ash the blunt, tryna steer the Royce
We was hustlin' to live, they ain't really give us choice
I gave my life to the streets and I ain't been broke since (uh, uh, uh)
I ain't been broke since (uh, uh)
And then I left alone, started rappin', had to jump back in it (uh)
I made it jump right back (uh, uh, uh, uh)
From a pot with a spoon, to a pad and a pen (uh, uh, uh)
I told 'em all of my sins (uh, uh)
I played close to my enemies, still watchin' my friends (uh, uh, uh)
We risk it all for a Benz (uh, uh, uh)
It ain't my fault that my point of view is different
That's why all these niggas fail 'cause the money is the mission (that money)
If you can't stand the heat, get the fuck up out the kitchen
If you wanna be a boss, put a nigga in position
I was really in the trenches, ain't no water, dirty dishes (uh)
Ain't no cable, so when Frasier came on, we was switchin'
Now my youngins got the switches (brrr), two bands and he a hit men
I promise I would hate to be you niggas like resentment
I commanded since my entrance (yeah), demanded your attention (it's Ricky)
Once you cross me, then you lost me, bet not lose me, ask my bitches
Ask the people who they mention, Black Soprano we the imprint (the biggest)
I could tell when it be friction, when I walk in feel the tension
I gave my life to the streets and I ain't been broke since (uh, uh, uh)
I ain't been broke since (uh, uh)
And then I left alone, started rappin', had to jump back in it (uh)
I made it jump right back (uh, uh, uh, uh)
From a pot with a spoon, to a pad and a pen (uh, uh, uh)
I told 'em all of my sins (uh, uh)
I played close to my enemies, still watchin' my friends (uh, uh, uh)
We risk it all for a Benz (uh, uh, uh)
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