Plead Guilty - Luniz

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

Verse 1 *(Knumskull)*

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 niggas 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

Verse 2 *(Yukmouth)*

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 2Pac

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!