Lyrics Guilty - Psychopathic Rydas

Guilty

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
Accusing me is like calling a retard dumb
From the fee to the fum, My trigger finger’s numb
You can sit back and watch as my nickel plate dumps
I explode body parts with one finger squeezin'
It be killin' season, I be guilty for no reason
(Converse)
I’m the filthiest so consider me the guiltiest
The number one murder suspect on the list
Full conspiracy, and cold blooded murder allegedly
I bang with the rydas but twice as deadly separately
Plus I’m into all type 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
(Sawed Off)
Go ahead and throw the book at me, I’m guilty
But first you got to catch me giving up doesn’t come easy
Yes, I did it I admit it what you gunna do hoe?
I’ll smack the fuckin' judge and shove a gavel through his temple
Incarcerate me, you crazy?
What you smokin'?
Fuck your video and tell surveillance, stop provoking'
Guilty as charged but I ain’t going back behind bars
10 o’clock news, masked man armed at large
(Chorus 2x)
I’m guilty of so many things who are you to judge
Mind ya’ll might wind up riddled with slugs
I’m a ryda to the very last,
you don’t want us all up in your game
So mind ya’ll we gunna dump up in that ass, ride off
(Cell Block)
I shot my pop’s, he was a guilty drunk
He slapped my moms' up with the barrel of his gun
But then again maybe it was all around town
She was a hooker and he had to lay his pimp hand down
Shit, I don’t know I was only 6 years old
Watching him every night at the table sniffin' blow
It was fucked up, I grew up way too fast
With a hooker and a dope dealin' pimp as my parents
(Foe Foe)
The whole court can get a piece of this dick
And fuck the judge and his bailiff and I’ma get the plaintiff
Never fuck with a killer who’s not afraid to
Use a shotgun, glock or blade,
Finish it off with a grenade and blow your block off
Keep the top, before I put one in the side of your head
Leavin' the passenger dead
Willing to bet that in the next couple of days
They say they found a body and just throw my case away
(Repeat 2x)
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
(Lil' Shank)
I’m guilty of not giving 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
Think I’m frontin, but I ain’t
Guilty of eatin' big shrimps, and barbeque ribs
While others sellin' crack just to feed they kids, come on
(Bullet)
Bitch, I’m guilty and because of it I’m glad to be rich
I’m happy, gutter fabulous, I fuck a raggedy bitch
I ride dirtay, pull me over, Bullet is busted
He mighta not checked the trunk I take no chances, I ain’t trust him
I’m a gangsta, pigs call me Bullet the monster
I’m demonstrating murder skills if anyone wants ta
Rydas are ready and guilty of all sorts
Even blowin' richies out golf carts, keep it gangsta
(Chorus 2x)
I’m guilty of so many things who are you to judge
Mind ya’ll might wind up riddled with slugs
I’m a ryda to the very last,
you don’t want us all up in your game
So mind ya’ll we gunna dump up in that ass, ride off