Guilty Simpson - Another One lyrics

[Hook: Black Milk] We got another one popping Turn it up a notch and keep rocking Turn it up a notch and keep knocking The haters wanna look, then keep watching (Ha Ha) Laugh at them, let them look Cause they know they can't stop us (Know they, know they) Know they can't top us Keep dropping, n***as keep watching [Guilty Simpson] This one is sinful sentiments I keep a pump like adrenaline The opposite of innocent, gun play is imminent The penmanship red, your dead, scribbled in blood Wannabe thugs fled and gave the ground a hug I got an airhead rat I like to keep doped up Told her that she was dreaming, her man got his throat cut Jedi mind trick a b**h, push a sell and get a chick to split the L If the pigs flick the whip, give me bail "What up, though?" to Brooklyn, the dogs are loose Who calling troops? The shotguns tossing goose And broke the treaty, I'll smoke you easy Murder City where the rich are broke and peazy [Trick Trick] What the hell? I reckon they want a twelve The second I heard this record, I figured I might as well Aggravate and piss off those that can't stand me Like man and the man is trying to raise a family Ban me, I said it and I don't give a f**, call me the outlaw Thinking I need this business? I can do without ya'll As long as Agent K is making fully-automatics, I'mma get it And I ain't bullsh**ting you can forget it p**y-a** n***as popping sh** on they webpages The game has become outrageous The stage is set for real n***as to come out with them gauges And the gangsters out of them cages [Hook] [Sean Price] Off the wall, no curl kit, no electric socks Your world flip, pearl grip on the sket that pop Murder, d**h, k**, Villain from the 'Ville Pill-poppin', still real c**aine-cooking n***as drill poppin' Sean Price the name, Random Axe is the group, duke I spray shots in vain cops, f** it you loot, duke Hippity-hop n***as wanna rap in the booth cute Meanwhile I got crack stacked up in the deuce shoe f** fame, homie, I rap for the change only Counter-punch s**ers for lunch, I'm James Toney You got the star look, but your ring and your chain's phony Back of 'The Source' j**els, slap, we force cool (Ooh!) [Rock] We all one in the same It's like I am Ruck, I am Black Milk, B I'm Trick Trick, I am Simpson, but I'm not guilty Rock filthy, the block's feel me I own them, f** a Donald Trump, I'm 'Donald Dump' I got realty See me in HD, high-def, definitely high Stunting caught 'em all, berry n***as cry Oh, I know Inspectah Deck 'em in the eye You not doing the electric, I ain't letting n***as slide Act up, it's ramifications of blamming a gauge in Your face, It's beef, not the sh** on a sandwich your making Amateurs faking but don't respect or knock your ganstafications Me? I'mma a monster, my mere presence will panic a nation n***as 'bout as loyal as Popeye b**h Olive Oyl No beef raps, but I got drama for you Think about it, you know who I got with me Brooklyn, Detroit, same sh**, they both 'Rock City'