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"Hood Sentence"


[Intro: Guilty Simpson]
G.S. boy
O.J. Simpson

[Verse 1: 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

[Hook: 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

[Verse 2: 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

[Hook x2: Guilty Simpson]
I'm a 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'm a 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

[Verse 3: 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

[Hook x2: Guilty Simpson]
I'm a 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'm a 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

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