Texty:
Not Guilty Fashion

' dirty, I'll take thirty of you motherfuckers I'm throwing cheap shots, low blows and sucker punches I'm not for the games, I'm not in the mood Not to

like I just took the chip Nigga took the stand when he coulda took the 5th Yeah, eat a dick wit AIDS on the tip Keep my name off ya lips, not guilty

's live with hexes, this is why I hang Myself with jealousy upon a fencepost half mast Fashion, war between the guilty and the guilty And the guilty and the teen Not

don't get no satisfaction Living like a slave to fashion No more thinking for yourself Just get it off a shelf Oh oh, why be perfect No oh, it's not

On a Saturday night, all the girls run free Singing, "Bury me not on the lone Prairie" But where do you go when you finish broken-hearted? Back to the

Do not enter, conservative type Sweaty bodies, bodily harm Abuse thy neighbor, that's the charm Bloodshed on everyone Don't mistake, violence for fun Blood, guilty fashion

motherfuckers I'm throwing cheapshots, low-blows and suckerpunches I'm not for the games, I'm not in the mood Not to be confused with dudes that fumble

been wallowing, tried to tell us Give peace a chance, met the national guard and you shit in your pants It's not your imagination, it's not a bad trippie

a bitch and then you die Life's a bitch and then you die Life's a bitch and then you die It's not often young niggas get a chance To enjoy riches in legitimate fashion