Guilty Simpson - Hood Sentence lyrics

[Intro] (Guilty Simpson) G.S. boy O.J. Simpson [Verse 1] (Guilty Simpson) Listen, do your research My name rings bells on heavy block You're lame, your splash in the game was a belly-flop I'm a grouch, boxing rappers like a kangaroo Heater in my pouch, throw away under my couch Crooked and mad, you disrespectful mutherf**ers is cooking with gas Bon appetit, I go at your streets With aggression, the same way I go at a beat and wreck sessions Then shoot a load on your freak in Best Western She's a hotel rat, I'm the sh** b**h go tell that Yeah I hit it in the telly and came on the belly and remixed the celly I left no tracks When your bones go crack I ask "it hurt don't it"? My hobby is to body every one of my opponents [Hook] (Guilty Simpson) I put em' in their best clothes, family members crying Front row with fresh robes, playing with my escro Put you on d**h row, Hood Sentence, Good Riddance O.J. Simpson muhf**ers [Verse 2] (Guilty Simpson) You can't save everybody So I ante on another shotty and vow to never let a rapper stop me They copy, but take it as a hobby Timid, while I go get it That's right, who's s**er-free, no more drama Cause these motherf**ers got no honour, OK [Hook] x 2 (Guilty Simpson) I'mma put em in their best clothes, family members crying Front row with fresh robes, playing with my escro Put you on d**h row, Hood Sentence, Good Riddance I'mma put em in their best clothes, family members crying Front row with fresh robes, playing with my escro Put you on d**h row, Hood Sentence, Good Riddance, Yeah, Good Riddance [Verse 3] (Guilty Simpson) They couldn't hold a candle to the rhyme catalyst Detroit Rap, Blunt rap with a Cali twist Madlib keep skunk, all flavours for the smokers O.J. Simpson, game over, then flame doja Black lungs, I could rob these rappers with a cap gun Prolly, pistol-whip foes til' they groggy Forever young even when I'm gone, get CD and start at one And recapture the life, it could have been a disaster Instead you hear victory, in every chapter The gutter gave birth to a hip-hop saviour But even above all about my paper Dope enough to be an urban legend But real enough to do dirt and hide a murder weapon [Hook] x 2 (Guilty Simpson) I'mma put em in their best clothes, family members crying Front row with fresh robes, playing with my escro Put you on d**h row, Hood Sentence, Good Riddance I'mma put em in their best clothes, family members crying Front row with fresh robes, playing with my escro Put you on d**h row, Hood Sentence, Good Riddance Good Riddance