B.G. - Guilty By Association lyrics

Money Side, Murda Side (VL)
Money Side, Murda Side (13th)
Got That Money Side, Murda Side
(Uptown Got That Money Side, Murda Side)

They say I’m guilty by Association
Huh, Huh? ain’t that cold?
Oh oh wassup with that!…oh oh
Oh oh But, I know one thing…I’m going in!

Gizzle back and I’m back on my gutter shit
I’m on my hustla shit, my head bussin shit
Man fck that other shit
That’s too much ice to talk that
Shit is water whipped the streets
Is mad with y’all I’m in the
Kitchen with the work in
The pot ankle bracelet on my leg
Still servin’ the block you’ll
Think that I’ll be nervous cause
I know that I’m hot

Nggas can run up if they want they
Know I’m twerkin the Glock you
I’m hurtin I’m not you can believe
I’m straight I lay back
Causе nggas talkin and I’m tryna stay
Out the way I got a
Open charge I hopе the feds
Don’t pick up my case

Niggas in the interrogation room shit finna
Wait the game fucked up
I just wanna call it a day but I’m the leader
In the hood so I’m calling the
Plate the package comin tomorrow
You better order today I last
This long in the
Game cause I know how to play
It went to court DA
Offer a nigga 10 out the gate i said wait
I ain’t illegible for a year
In a day I’ll take
A year in day you better get out the way

Y’all gave Wayne
Gucci and TIP a year in a day
(ima rapper too) they told my lawyer
No way he got multiple convictions
And them unrelated charges he was tappin
With a witness so fck
It I’m bout to jump on my
Suit on them btches like Kobe
I’m going all the way to
The hoop on them btches

When it’s over I lay low hop on a coup on
Them btches go get more loo on them btches
Then shampoo on them btches those
Who thought it was
Over I act brand new on you btches

Now I’m back to the money Gizzle back to
The business I know y’all think that I’m
Ignit I’m just a gangsta forreal this is
Chess not checkers I’m a thinker forreal
(forreal) I be thuggin forreal i
Be hustlin forreal and you
Know when I’m in the city
I be clubbin forreal

When I’m in the club you know
I keep my back on the
Wall got my Louie frames on with
My gat in my drawls
Nigga get too close to me got
My gat in my hand
Turn around ngga put one in
The back of your head (Blakaa)

I keep them moonies around we keep them
Toolies around next time get hit
50 times like my nigga moonie around
You know we shootin it out
(Pow Pow Pow Pow) when it’s time to go down
We live when it’s get down ngga we don’t
Shoot in the crowd I’m sick of choosin with
Niggas we on the blues of you niggas

Channel 4, 6 and 8 breakin news to you nggas
Whatcha y’all gon do with this ngga
There is no move on this ngga so
Get used to this motherfckin whoolougen
(Nggaaa) uptown’s my home that’s where
I do my dirt
Slide d to 10 of them btches bet
He’ll move that work told bro when he played
It I was gon murk this beat

Ngga this B Dot Gizzle and I’m back
For the streets I’m going hard! (Ngga Hard)

You know im out my top right now (Ha)
It’s the money side, murda side (VL)
You know what it is…holla Back!
(Holla Back…Holla Back…Holla Back)