Plead Guilty

Man, that's all he gets is a year man, hell nah!

Hey, what's all this? Hey, stop all this confusion

Hey, order in the court

You're guilty

No, I'm not guilty, you're guilty

Law makers, politicians, business men, the police

You don't see no black folks dropping packages out of airplanes

You don't see none of that, you're the reason why, I'm a criminal

You're the reason why I'm the ice cream man

I spent hella time on the block late and I feel safe

As long as I can shoot the glock straight

So come, get the greenery, rush to the bank, collect yo doe

Make sho you got yo bucks in yo hand, 'cuz the man

(Be comin' around the mountian when he come)

That's a rigg up, I rather swallow my yay an' shit slugs

Fuck task, it's a must, I bubble

So many rocks in my jaw, I feel like Barney Rubble

I got my pager an; my bus pass

Grab my Avion water juss in case I had to dust task

It was about four otha niggaz on the spot grindin'

One was on my team smokin' hamps an' poppin' leads

(Knock on weed, nigga, fuck that, knock on weed, you got a twenty?)

Gave up two tens an' a bump 'cuz I had plenty

Not even knowin' what I juss did

Put the money in my pocket an' headed back to the crib

Got a tingle on my dick feelin' bad

Looked up an' seen task cars comin' at me

So I bounced through a buildin', lost all my cash

Swallowed my rocks, ditched my pager, I'm haulin' ass

Then found myself by Blyman's house, thinkin' about juice

Hit the turf, sky out through the roof

But that plan was cancelled, betta give up

Betta throw yo hands up, here comes the man

The gloves on the other hand

Got on my knees, crossed my legs, then threw up my hands

One of them yelled,"Bitch, hit the deck!"

Kevin Reese grabbed the stick an' almost broke my neck

I'm handcuffed on the ground wit a foot in my back

Then they asked me, "Hey where the fuck our money at?"

Now I'm stressin' 'cuz the dogs right beside me

They took me down so that the under could identify me

You got the right one baby, shot me downtown

Threw me in a cell that's drivin' me crazy

So they booked me, walked me through the court door

Stripped me down an' gave me some drawls the next nigga wore

I'm in my pad makin' phone calls so I can post bail

Go home an' then put on my own drawls

Got in touch wit my nigga Yuk, what's up fool?

I got a quarter ounce hidden in the cut

Snatch it up, get it off, come an' get me

Before I go back to court an' they judge can get wit me

'Cuz the D-A was talkin' nonsense at my arraignment

An' think she's still talkin' the same shit, the