Guilty lyrics

by

50 Cent


[Intro]
Holiday season!
Ricky Racks I See You!

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
If being filthy rich is a crime
I guess I'm guilty b*tch
I guess I'm guilty b*tch
I killed the rap and last night
I pleaded self-defense
I guess I'm guilty b*tch
I guess I'm guilty b*tch

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
These suckas talking nonsense
I killed your homeboy
Cause I don't have a conscience
I'm strapped like Bronson
Brick Squad, Trap House, beat bunking
I'm wild like Tarzan
I'm swinging through the Zone 6
In Ferraris. It's on again
I go to win, strap-for-strap
I go rap for rap, I rep the trap
Refuse the death but game to slap
My phone is tapped
I'm off the wall and off the scale
Came out of jail like
A bat out of hell
I refuse to pay up, gotta salute the myth
Got Clientele, I might as well
I'm moving weight from state-to-state
I gots to get my aconchelet(?)
I know the feds be watching me
But there ain't no way they stopping me
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
If being filthy rich is a crime
I guess I'm guilty b*tch
I guess I'm guilty b*tch
I killed the rap and last night
I pleaded self-defense
I guess I'm guilty b*tch
I guess I'm guilty b*tch

[Verse 2: Young Buck]
Drop a pack off to my lawyer
Take these charges, overturn em
Roll the kush in my trial papers
And burn em - I'm not going
The fork in it and my Glock showing
If it don't shine then it's not glowing
Ain't mine if it's not foreign
Broke ho - b*tch you not knowing!
They was rap touring I was behind the bus
With packs for em
Didn't plan on digging this up
But I need a shovel
Good looking, Gucci got me back
I'm trying to buy another
Pounds of mid and my college b*tch's
House neighbors complaining about the smell
They got her kicked out
They popping down to the last pill
In Cashville
I'm getting it fast still, on the real
I feel it
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