Letra de Guilty by Association - Black Soprano Family & Heem B$F

(Feat. Heem B$F, Rick Hyde)

Uh, uh

They know

Know, when you jump in this street shit

It's like you guilty by association nigga (Right, right, right)

Uh, uh, uh

Uh, yeah, yeah

Like that, uh

Know we on that same Eastside Buffalo shit nigga

I'm product of the crack money, started out with black money

Then I took a half brick, turned it into rap money

They capped 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, five four four 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 dog make a million dollar play

Somebody call Sway, Black Sopranos on the way

In them pretty toys (Skrrr)

We sold coke like the 50 boys

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 it (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)

I told 'em all of my sins (Uh, uh)

I played close to my enemies, still watchin' my friends (Uh, uh, uh)

We risk it all for a Benz (Uh, 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 fuck up out the kitchen

If you wanna be a boss, put a nigga in position

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 youngins got the switches (Brr), two bands and he a hit men

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 biggest)

I could tell when it be friction, when I walk in feel the tension

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 it (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)

I told 'em all of my sins (Uh, uh)

I played close to my enemies, still watchin' my friends (Uh, uh, uh)

We risk it all for a Benz (Uh, uh, uh)

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