Guilt

Ali (Ali Jackson)

You know what these niggas can never say about me? (What's that?)

Is I did it off they scorecard

It's all blocks (All Jags)

All Jags (Yeah, that way)

Let's get it (27)

Hundred a G, 'member I got funded a key

'Fore the bag came, my gas tank was under the E

Life took an ill turn on that Sunderland spree

Now I'm fuckin' Ms. Wilburn from my brother and me

With a great book, paid me to baby sit, I had to stay put

Only thing a nigga cared about is what the yay took

Powder on her face like she puttin' on some makeup

Before I had a Rollo, it was Technos and Jacobs

Pop B came from the bill off the hell block

Brought the six out, wish I would've had the twelve shot

Tricked hisself off the street, now he on that cell block

In the clink beatin' off his dick on that jail cock

Tryna get back these fifty racks and the bail mark

Came from pitchin' cracks in the trap through the mail slot

Dale got murdered on the crab, he was really him

Seen my first twenty thou' cash 'fore they did him in

On the mall takin' out niggas who get him in

You find him face down floatin' in the river bend

Put in a call through my nigga Quinn

We done seen it all, been through it all, through the thick and thin

Lord leanin' with his F&N

Off a double cup of Maxwell House, call it special blend

Come to that murder game, they know we pressure fit

Still in the kitchen swirlin' cane like a peppermint

He not at all built

Type of nigga fuck around, get us all killed

Cut off the same deck of cards, we was all dealt

Quick to drop a hundred rounds like my dog Wilt

Niggas never needed y'all help

Told my niggas know how life behind the wall felt

Stood tall in some stilts, now we all filled

Gotta stay sturdy even when your dog tilt

It's what you call guilt

Them big V12 engines and butter soft silk

Pullin' foreigns off the lot, this my tenth one

All my whores gorgeous, don't know which one to pick from

Elizabeth, I'm comin' to join you, this the big one

Chain short but shorty, so you know my wrist done

All these niggas be duckin' wreck, we be blitzed

Was always the suspect and never the victim

Think these niggas must've forgot I was a current creature

Forever 227 is the motto

I let that .47 hit like the lotto

My brother Short be catchin' bricks from Chicago

Everybody digress and I took the high road

Stepped on a 267 in my Wallows

A million dollars worth of game out in Tucson

The plug know my first name, my face is like a coupon

What else?

He not at all built

Type of nigga fuck around, get us all killed

Cut off the same deck of cards, we was all dealt

Quick to drop a hundred rounds like my dog Wilt

What else?

Niggas never needed y'all help

Told my niggas know how life behind the wall felt

Stood tall in some stilts, now we all filled

Gotta stay sturdy even when your dog tilt