Guilt

Lyrics for Guilt

Ali (Ali Jackson) You know what these niggas can never say about me? (What's that?) Is I did it off they scorecard It's all blocks (All Jags) All Jags (Yeah, that way) Let's get it (27) Hundred a G, 'member I got funded a key 'Fore the bag came, my gas tank was under the E Life took an ill turn on that Sunderland spree Now I'm fuckin' Ms. Wilburn from my brother and me With a great book, paid me to baby sit, I had to stay put Only thing a nigga cared about is what the yay took Powder on her face like she puttin' on some makeup Before I had a Rollo, it was Technos and Jacobs Pop B came from the bill off the hell block Brought the six out, wish I would've had the twelve shot Tricked hisself off the street, now he on that cell block In the clink beatin' off his dick on that jail cock Tryna get back these fifty racks and the bail mark Came from pitchin' cracks in the trap through the mail slot Dale got murdered on the crab, he was really him Seen my first twenty thou' cash 'fore they did him in On the mall takin' out niggas who get him in You find him face down floatin' in the river bend Put in a call through my nigga Quinn We done seen it all, been through it all, through the thick and thin Lord leanin' with his F&N Off a double cup of Maxwell House, call it special blend Come to that murder game, they know we pressure fit Still in the kitchen swirlin' cane like a peppermint He not at all built Type of nigga fuck around, get us all killed Cut off the same deck of cards, we was all dealt Quick to drop a hundred rounds like my dog Wilt Niggas never needed y'all help Told my niggas know how life behind the wall felt Stood tall in some stilts, now we all filled Gotta stay sturdy even when your dog tilt It's what you call guilt Them big V12 engines and butter soft silk Pullin' foreigns off the lot, this my tenth one All my whores gorgeous, don't know which one to pick from Elizabeth, I'm comin' to join you, this the big one Chain short but shorty, so you know my wrist done All these niggas be duckin' wreck, we be blitzed Was always the suspect and never the victim Think these niggas must've forgot I was a current creature Forever 227 is the motto I let that .47 hit like the lotto My brother Short be catchin' bricks from Chicago Everybody digress and I took the high road Stepped on a 267 in my Wallows A million dollars worth of game out in Tucson The plug know my first name, my face is like a coupon What else? He not at all built Type of nigga fuck around, get us all killed Cut off the same deck of cards, we was all dealt Quick to drop a hundred rounds like my dog Wilt What else? Niggas never needed y'all help Told my niggas know how life behind the wall felt Stood tall in some stilts, now we all filled Gotta stay sturdy even when your dog tilt