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Man that's all he gets is a year man, hell nah!
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*(Yukmouth rambling)*
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Hey, what's all this?? Hey stop all this confusion. Hey!! Order in the
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court.... YOU'RE GUILTY!!
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*(man talking)*
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No I'm not guilty, you're guilty. Law makers. Politicians. Business men.
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The police. You don't see no black folks dropping packages out of
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airplanes. You don't see none of that. You're the reason why, I'm a
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criminal. You're the reason why, I'm.... The Ice Cream Man.
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Verse 1 *(Knumskull)*
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I, spent hella time on the block late,
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an I feel safe, as long as I can shoot the glock straight,
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so come,
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get the greenery,
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rush to the bank collect yo doe,
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make sho you got yo bucks in yo hand, cuz the man,
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(be comin around the mountian when he come!)
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that's a rigg up,
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I rather swallow my yay, an shit slugs,
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fuck task, it's a must I bubble,
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so many rocks in my jaw I feel like Barney Rubble,
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I got my, pager,
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an my, bus pass,
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grab my Avion water juss incase I had to dust task,
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it was about four otha niggaz on the spot grindin,
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one was on my team smokin hamps an poppin leads,
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(knock on weed nigga, fuck that knock on weed, you got a twenty??)
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gave up two ten's an a bump cuz I had plenty,
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not even knowin what I juss did,
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put the money in my pocket an headed back to the crib,
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got a tingle on my dick feelin bad,
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looked up an seen task cars comin at me,
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so I bounced through a buildin lost all my cash,
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swallowed my rocks, ditched my pager, I'm haulin ass,
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then found myself by Blyman's house,
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thinkin about juice,
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hit the turf, sky out,
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through the roof,
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but that plan was cancelled,
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betta give up,
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betta throw yo hands up,
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here comes the man,
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the gloves on the other hand,
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got on my knees,
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crossed my legs,
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then threw up my hands,
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one of them yelled "Bitch hit the deck!!",
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Kevin Reese grabbed the stick an almost broke my neck,
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I'm handcuffed on the ground wit a foot in my back,
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then they asked me "Hey where the fuck our money at??!!",
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now I'm stressin cuz the dogs right beside me,
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they took me down so that the under could identify me,
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You got the right one BAY-BEE!!
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Shot me downtown,
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threw me in a cell that's drivin me crazy,
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so they booked me,
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walked me through the court door,
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stripped me down,
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an gave me some drawls the next nigga wore,
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I'm in my pad makin phone calls,
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so I can post bail,
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go home,
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an then put on my own drawls,
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got in touch wit my nigga Yuk,
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what's up fool??!!,
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I got a quarter ounce hidden in the cut,
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snatch it up,
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get it off,
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come an get me,
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before I go back to court an they judge can get wit me,
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cuz the D-A,
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was talkin nonsense at my arraignment,
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an think she's still talkin the same shit,
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they try an keep me,
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locked up fo a grip,
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an my public defender ain't sayin shit!!,
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the deal is zero to twenty-eight days,
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that shit is filthy!!,
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now they got a nigga pleadin gulity.
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*(Chorus)*
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I ain't did nuthin wrong,
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Why should I plead guilty??,
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They caught me wit no work,
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But they claim that we was filthy,
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I ain't did nuthin wrong,
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Why should I plead guilty??,
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They caught me wit no work,
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But they claim we doin dirt.
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Verse 2 *(Yukmouth)*
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It's like sixteen fiends get they welfare checks,
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no po-po a 4-0 an some bomb,
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an I'll be there when it comes to collect,
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no po-po a 4-0 an some bomb,
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Rolled up,
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know what,
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don't give a fuck what ya do,
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grama thought I was a goodie two-shoes,
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but I was too true,
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now fools holla out the window like Rapunzel,
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give the caulk up, rock up, an chop up my bundle,
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so,
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through the back pack,
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gimme the crack sack,
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9 mill gat,
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an don't grind on any turf that I'm buildin scratch at,
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jack pot,
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I spot a hundred a sixty-fifth fiends buyin cream,
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by the fifty grip but that's come tricky shit,
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it's tricky!!,
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they wanna get me, rigg me on the pavement,
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an Ripley's won't believe they had the nigga wit me on survailance,
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bring heat, to meet two,
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but I can see through,
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the fake ass wanna be true like R2-D2,
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bounce so I can start the Operation Stackola,
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Yukmouth, about,
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wit a whole ounce of crackola,
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stash the ou |