Lyrics Plead Guilty - Luniz
Man
that's
all
he
gets
is
a
year
man,
hell
nah!
Hey,
what's
all
this?
hey
stop
all
this
confusion.
hey!
order
in
the
Court...
you're
guilty!
No
i'm
not
guilty,
you're
guilty.
law
makers.
politicians.
business
men.
The
police.
you
don't
see
no
black
folks
dropping
packages
out
of
Airplanes.
you
don't
see
none
of
that.
you're
the
reason
why,
i'm
a
Criminal.
you're
the
reason
why,
i'm...
the
ice
cream
man.
I,
spent
hella
time
on
the
block
late
An
i
feel
safe,
as
long
as
i
can
shoot
the
glock
straight
So
come
Get
the
greenery
Rush
to
the
bank
collect
yo
doe
Make
sho
you
got
yo
bucks
in
yo
hand,
cuz
the
man
(Be
comin
around
the
mountian
when
he
come!)
That's
a
rigg
up
I
rather
swallow
my
yay,
an
shit
slugs
Fuck
task,
it's
a
must
i
bubble
So
many
rocks
in
my
jaw
i
feel
like
barney
rubble
I
got
my,
pager
An
my,
bus
pass
Grab
my
avion
water
juss
incase
i
had
to
dust
task
It
was
about
four
otha
niggaz
on
the
spot
grindin
One
was
on
my
team
smokin
hamps
an
poppin
leads
(Knock
on
weed
nigga,
fuck
that
knock
on
weed,
you
got
a
twenty?)
Gave
up
two
ten's
an
a
bump
cuz
i
had
plenty
Not
even
knowin
what
i
juss
did
Put
the
money
in
my
pocket
an
headed
back
to
the
crib
Got
a
tingle
on
my
dick
feelin
bad
Looked
up
an
seen
task
cars
comin
at
me
So
i
bounced
through
a
buildin
lost
all
my
cash
Swallowed
my
rocks,
ditched
my
pager,
i'm
haulin
ass
Then
found
myself
by
blyman's
house
Thinkin
about
juice
Hit
the
turf,
sky
out
Through
the
roof
But
that
plan
was
cancelled
Betta
give
up
Betta
throw
yo
hands
up
Here
comes
the
man
The
gloves
on
the
other
hand
Got
on
my
knees
Crossed
my
legs
Then
threw
up
my
hands
One
of
them
yelled
"bitch
hit
the
deck!"
Kevin
reese
grabbed
the
stick
an
almost
broke
my
neck
I'm
handcuffed
on
the
ground
wit
a
foot
in
my
back
Then
they
asked
me
"hey
where
the
fuck
our
money
at?!"
Now
i'm
stressin
cuz
the
dogs
right
beside
me
They
took
me
down
so
that
the
under
could
identify
me
You
got
the
right
one
bay-bee!
Shot
me
downtown
Threw
me
in
a
cell
that's
drivin
me
crazy
So
they
booked
me
Walked
me
through
the
court
door
Stripped
me
down
An
gave
me
some
drawls
the
next
nigga
wore
I'm
in
my
pad
makin
phone
calls
So
i
can
post
bail
Go
home
An
then
put
on
my
own
drawls
Got
in
touch
wit
my
nigga
yuk
What's
up
fool?!
I
got
a
quarter
ounce
hidden
in
the
cut
Snatch
it
up
Get
it
off
Come
an
get
me
Before
i
go
back
to
court
an
they
judge
can
get
wit
me
Cuz
the
d-a
Was
talkin
nonsense
at
my
arraignment
An
think
she's
still
talkin
the
same
shit
They
try
an
keep
me
Locked
up
fo
a
grip
An
my
public
defender
ain't
sayin
shit!
The
deal
is
zero
to
twenty-eight
days
That
shit
is
filthy!
Now
they
got
a
nigga
pleadin
gulity.
I
ain't
did
nuthin
wrong
Why
should
i
plead
guilty?
They
caught
me
wit
no
work
But
they
claim
that
we
was
filthy
I
ain't
did
nuthin
wrong
Why
should
i
plead
guilty?
They
caught
me
wit
no
work
But
they
claim
we
doin
dirt.
It's
like
sixteen
fiends
get
they
welfare
checks
No
po-po
a
4-0
an
some
bomb
An
i'll
be
there
when
it
comes
to
collect
No
po-po
a
4-0
an
some
bomb
Rolled
up
Know
what
Don't
give
a
fuck
what
ya
do
Grama
thought
i
was
a
goodie
two-shoes
But
i
was
too
true
Now
fools
holla
out
the
window
like
rapunzel
Give
the
caulk
up,
rock
up,
an
chop
up
my
bundle
So
Through
the
back
pack
Gimme
the
crack
sack
9 mill
gat
An
don't
grind
on
any
turf
that
i'm
buildin
scratch
at
Jack
pot
I
spot
a
hundred
a
sixty-fifth
fiends
buyin
cream
By
the
fifty
grip
but
that's
come
tricky
shit
It's
tricky!
They
wanna
get
me,
rigg
me
on
the
pavement
An
ripley's
won't
believe
they
had
the
nigga
wit
me
on
survailance
Bring
heat,
to
meet
two
But
i
can
see
through
The
fake
ass
wanna
be
true
like
r2-d2
Bounce
so
i
can
start
the
operation
stackola
Yukmouth,
about
Wit
a
whole
ounce
of
crackola
Stash
the
ounce
Grab
a
count
I
holds
down,
nobody
out,
like...
ok
By
the
window,
then
i
threw
my
dope
down
An
frowned
That's
when
i
looked
suspicious
They
bust
a
u-ey
now
i'm
hurdlin
fences
like
olympics
Wit
hella
sweat
on
my
forehead
Mo
feds
Jumpin
off
the
roof
top
To
lock
my
ass
up
like
tupac
Captured
I
see
you
in
the
bushes
young
bastard
Don't
say
shit
Come
out
before
i
blast
ya!
Ok,
i
quit!
Ahaha!
bob,
check
him,(i
give
up
man),
no
dope
on
him,
no
man,
well
You're
still
goin
downtown
potna!
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