Hood Sentence - Guilty Simpson

G.S. boy

O.J.

Simpson

(Guilty Simpson)

Listen, do your research

My name rings bells on heavy block

You’re lame, your splash in the game was a belly-flop

I’m a grouch, boxing rappers like a kangaroo

Heater in my pouch, throw away under my couch

Crooked and mad, you disrespectful mutherfuckers is cooking with gas

Bon appetit, I go at your streets

With aggression, the same way I go at a beat and wreck sessions

Then shoot a load on your freak in Best Western

She’s a hotel rat, I’m the shit bitch go tell that

Yeah I hit it in the telly and came on the belly and remixed the celly

I left no tracks

When your bones go crack I ask «it hurt don’t it»?

My hobby is to body every one of my opponents

(Guilty Simpson)

I put em' in their best clothes, family members crying

Front row with fresh robes, playing with my escro

Put you on death row, Hood Sentence, Good Riddance

O.J.

Simpson muhfuckers

(Guilty Simpson)

You can’t save everybody

So I ante on another shotty and vow to never let a rapper stop me

They copy, but take it as a hobby

Timid, while I go get it

That’s right, who’s sucker-free, no more drama

Cause these motherfuckers got no honour, OK

x 2 (Guilty Simpson)

I’mma put em in their best clothes, family members crying

Front row with fresh robes, playing with my escro

Put you on death row, Hood Sentence, Good Riddance

I’mma put em in their best clothes, family members crying

Front row with fresh robes, playing with my escro

Put you on death row, Hood Sentence, Good Riddance, Yeah, Good Riddance

(Guilty Simpson)

They couldn’t hold a candle to the rhyme catalyst

Detroit Rap, Blunt rap with a Cali twist

Madlib keep skunk, all flavours for the smokers

O.J.

Simpson, game over, then flame doja

Black lungs, I could rob these rappers with a cap gun

Prolly, pistol-whip foes til' they groggy

Forever young even when I’m gone, get CD and start at one

And recapture the life, it could have been a disaster

Instead you hear victory, in every chapter

The gutter gave birth to a hip-hop saviour

But even above all about my paper

Dope enough to be an urban legend

But real enough to do dirt and hide a murder weapon

x 2 (Guilty Simpson)

I’mma put em in their best clothes, family members crying

Front row with fresh robes, playing with my escro

Put you on death row, Hood Sentence, Good Riddance

I’mma put em in their best clothes, family members crying

Front row with fresh robes, playing with my escro

Put you on death row, Hood Sentence, Good Riddance

Good Riddance