Money side, murda side
Money side, murda side
Got that money side, murda side
They say i’m guilty by association
Huh, huh?? ain’t that cold??
Oh oh wassup with that!!…..oh oh
Oh oh but i know one thing…i’m going in!!!
Gizzle back and i’m back on my gutter sh*t i’m on my hustla sh*t my head bussin sh*t man f*ck that other sh*t that’s too much ice to talk that sh#t is water whipped the streets is mad with y’all i’m in the kitchen with the work in the pot ankle bracelet on my leg still servin’ the block you’ll think that i’ll be nervous cause i know that i’m hot
N*ggas can run up if they want they know i’m twerkin the glock you i’m hurtin i’m not you can believe i’m straight i lay back causе n*ggas talkin and i’m tryna stay out the way i got a open charge i hopе the feds don’t pick up my case
n#gg#s in the interrogation room sh#t finna wait the game f#cked up i just wanna call it a day but i’m the leader in the hood so i’m calling the plate the package comin tomorrow you better order today i last this long in the game cause i know how to play it went to court d.a offer a n#gg# 10 out the gate i said wait i ain’t illegible for a year in a day i’ll take a year in day you better get out the way
Y’all gave wayne, gucci and tip a year in a day (ima rapper too) they told my lawyer no way he got multiple convictions and them unrelated charges he was tappin with a witness so f*ck it i’m bout to jump on my suit on them b*tches like kobe i’m going all the way to the hoop on them b*tches
When it’s over i lay low hop on a coup on them b*tches go get more loo on them b*tches then shampoo on them b*tches those who thought it was over i act brand new on you b*tches
Now i’m back to the money gizzle back to the business i know y’all think that i’m ignit i’m just a gangsta forreal this is chess not checkers i’m a thinker forreal (forreal) i be thuggin forreal i be hustlin forreal and you know when i’m in the city i be clubbin forreal
When i’m in the club you know i keep my back on the wall got my louie frames on with my gat in my drawls n#gg# get too close to me got my gat in my hand turn around n*gga put one in the back of your head (blakaa!!!!)
I keep them moonies around we keep them toolies around next time get hit 50 times like my n#gg# moonie around you know we shootin it out (pow pow pow pow!!) when it’s time to go down we live when it’s get down n*gga we don’t shoot in the crowd i’m sick of choosin with n#gg#s we on the blues of you n#gg#s
Channel 4, 6 and 8 breakin news to you n*ggas whatcha y’all gon do with this n*gga there is no move on this n*gga so get used to this motherf*ckin whoolougen (n*ggaaa) uptown’s my home that’s where i do my dirt slide d to 10 of them b*tches bet he’ll move that work told bro when he played it i was gon murk this beat
N*gga this b dot gizzle and i’m back for the streets i’m going hard!!!! (n*gga hard!!!)
You know im out my top right now (ha!!!)
It’s the money side, murda side (vl!!!)
You know what it is…..holla back!!!
*lyrics written by @bgizzlesource*
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B.G. Lyrics – Guilty By Association