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Jay-Z - Guilty Until Proven Innocent lyrics
(feat. R. Kelly) [Jay-Z] I thought this was America people! Uhh, yeah, guilty until proven innocent huh? That's how we workin huh? Okay Before me there was many; after me there will be none I am the one Uh-huh, okay, I see how we playin Yeah, I get it down - anxiously the public can't wait Niggaz had to have it way before it's release date Jigga get irate, press get it fucked up Took me one point eight but I had to get it straight Get the CD, twelve inch vinyl, get the tape Jigga give out food for thought dog, get a plate I get it down, get it krunk when I get in the state of mind that what's mine is mine, nobody get to take I don't bend, break, fold, scratch, go down My mental rolodex see these words? I just don't know I know stress, drama, niggaz upsettin my mama Arrested, put in the lineup, tryin to put dents in my armor But I'm a survivor, plus I'm liver than most Out on bail, fifty thou', still ridin with toast I ain't tryin to collide with folk, but I don't want folk takin Jigga for joke I guess you niggaz just woke - good morning! [Chorus - R. Kelly] You can't touch me, no you can't touch me Jigga, Kelly, not guilty Try to charge me but I'm not guilty I got, all, my mamis I've got all of my mamis Tell me, what you, want from me Tell me.. what y'all want from me? I'm not guilty [Jay-Z] I see how you comin at me now, I'm cool I'm not the snitch I don't go to the cops to get rich .. I go to the block and pitch I go with the glock and click, I go with the pop I'm sick I go with you hard; I ain't gon' stop for shit Look in my eyes dog, right in my pupils If I'm your rival, why would I have to do you? Press try to throw dirt on my name, disturbin my game Seemed happy when they heard he was arraigned, glad he's indichted Got big money, big lawyers to fight it Just like Cochran, cocksuckers you never see me boxed in Y'all all knnow it, Jigga's a fighter Plus I'm clausterphobic, back on the streets before you know it And my word niggaz, I heard you niggaz I'm address each and every one of you cocksuckers Fuck the white press, the block love us, hip-hop forever B.I.G. is here, the soul of Tupac hovers - above us [Chorus - R. Kelly] You can't touch me, no you can't touch me Jigga, Kelly, not guilty Try to charge me but I'm not guilty I got, all, my mamis I've got all of my mamis Tell me, what you, want from me Tell me.. (I am the one) What you want from me? Not guilty [Jay-Z] Uhh, okay, you on my radar, I got you too bitch Got lame bitches tryin to fuck with my case Same lame bitch I bust in her face Honey just mad I got her fuckin replaced Plus a birthday pass without me even touchin my safe But I ain't gon' lie, the head was sick But what we need to do, is put that mouth on a betta bitch You heart the rhetorhic, Jigga hit me over the head with a champagne bottle at the bar, can he buy me a car? Naw, how do y'all equate your pain Would it all go away if I bought you a Range? I got one or two of those, nothin gon' change For nothin else, you gotta live with yourself Try and lie on Hov' cause I ride on the road in what, most would describe as a Rolls NO, that's that Continental T The only car that fit intercontinental me, not guilty [Chorus - R. Kelly] You can't touch me, no you can't touch me Jigga, Kelly, not guilty And you wanna charge me, when I'm not guilty I got, all, my mamis (I am the one) I've got all of my mamis Tell me, what you, want from me Tell me.. what you want from me? Not guilty [Jay-Z] I, am, the, one [R] Y'all, cats, can't touch me [R. Kelly] So you can't touch me nigga, you can't touch me Jigga, Kelly, not guilty Said Jigga, Kelly, not guilty I got, all, my mamis And I got, all my, mamis Tell me, what you, want from me I don't, know why, y'all can't see that Y'all, cats, can't touch me Y'all, dudes, can't touch me Jigga, Kelly, not guilty Jigga, Kelly, not guilty I got, all, my mamis I got, all my, mamis Tell me, what you, want from me So tell me, what you, want from me Y'all, cats, can't touch me Y'all, niggaz, can't touch me Jigga, Kelly, not guilty Jigga, Kelly, not guilty I got, all, my mamis And I got, all my, mamis Tell me, what you, want from me So tell me, what you, want from me Y'all, cats, can't touch me Jigga, Kelly, not guilty I got, all, my mamis Tell me, what you, want from me Y'all, cats, can't touch me |
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