Guilty By Association

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Rick Hyde

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Uh, uh
They know 
Know, when you jump in this street shit
It's like you're guilty by association, nigga (right, right, right, right)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Yeah, yeah, like that, uh, uh
Know we on that same Eastside Buffalo shit, nigga

I'm a product of the crack money, started out with Black money 
Then I took a half brick, turned it into rap money 
They cap to me (they cappin')
Talkin' all that blasphemy, I was right there in the ghetto
You ain't have to ask for me (you ain't gotta ask for me, nigga)
You had money, you ain't gotta brag to me (brag to me)
Niggas livin' in the past, swear this shit sad to me 
Them old days (old days), five four fo' way
When the block did a quarter brick on a slow day 
It's a G for a seat, watchin' Curry in the Bay
I been kickin' it with 40, rest in peace Mac Dre
Plus I just seen my dawg, make a million dollar play 
Somebody call Sway, Black Sopranos on the way 
In them pretty toys (skrrt), we sold coke like the 50 Boyz
This the type of lifestyle that I seen a brick employ
Tears of joy, ash the blunt, tryna steer the Royce
We was hustlin' to live, they ain't really give us choice, they know

I gave my life to the streets and I ain't been broke since (uh, uh, uh)
I ain't been broke since (uh, uh)
And then I left alone, started rappin' had to jump back in, uh 
I made it jump right back (uh, uh, uh, uh)
From a pot with a spoon to a pad and a pen (pad and a pen, uh, uh, uh)
I told 'em all of my sins (it's Ricky, uh)
I played close to my enemies, still watching my friends, uh (the beast, uh, uh)
We risk it all for a Benz (uh, uh)

It ain't my fault that my point of view is different
That's why all these niggas fail 'cause the money is the mission (that money)
If you can't stand the heat, get the f*ck up out the kitchen 
If you wanna be a boss, put a nigga in position (yeah)
I was really in the trenches, ain't no water, dirty dishes (uh)
Ain't no cable, so when Frasier came on, we was switchin' 
Now my young'ns got the switches (brrrt), two bands and he a hitman
I promise I would hate to be you niggas like resentment 
I commanded since my entrance (yeah) demanded your attention (it's Ricky)
Once you cross me, then you lost me, bet not lose me, ask my bitches (haha)
Ask the people who they mention, Black Soprano, we the imprint (the best)
I can tell when it be friction when I walk in, feel the tension (uh)

I gave my life to the streets and I ain't been broke since (uh, uh, uh)
I ain't been broke since (uh, uh, uh)
And then I left alone, started rappin' had to jump back in, uh 
I made it jump right back (uh, uh, uh, uh)
From a pot with a spoon to a pad and a pen (uh, uh, uh, uh)
I told 'em all of my sins (uh, uh, uh, uh)
I played close to my enemies, still watching my friends, uh (uh, uh)
We risk it all for a Benz (uh, uh, uh)

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