[Lyric] Guilty By Association (B.G.)

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

[B.G Talking]

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!!!


[Verse 1]
Gizzle back and I’m back on my gutter sht I’m on my hustla sht my head bussin sht man fck that other sht 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 D.A 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!!!)

[Talking]
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!)
Lyrics Written By @Bgizzlesource