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Tally up, rally up, get 'em Fuck them niggas, they in cahoots with 'em Guilty by association Them niggas guilty by association Tally up, rally up, get 'em Fuck them niggas, they in cahoots with 'em Guilty by affiliation Them niggas guilty by affiliation Uh, guilty by association It take a patient to catch a patient They'll do it in front of po-po's station Give a fuck about how many years they facing Some of them come from broken homes Some from foster care and group homes Grew up without a father, it's sad Ain't no uncles—see, an uncle is like a second dad When I talk to 'em, they get mad I try to tell these little bastards but these little bastards bad Some rack to get their status up, they pimp Nowadays if you ain't on drugs then you's a simp Same concept in their videos and songs Can't do a visual without guns Powder, 'phetamines, and lean Dog food and everything in between Tally up, rally up, get 'em Fuck them niggas, they in cahoots with 'em Guilty by association Them niggas guilty by association Tally up, rally up, get 'em Fuck them niggas, they in cahoots with 'em Guilty by affiliation Them niggas guilty by affiliation Guilty by affiliation My little nigga home, he on fed probation 25 what they got him facing Another strike and it's life, nigga, no escape (yeah) Ants in his pants, wanna move around I told him 'fore he do, I wanna sit him down I told him watch his homies, man, them niggas clowns Be blowin' up the spot, they don't want you 'round (nah) Gave it to him straight, I don't think he heard me 'Cause he was on the block about 7:30 Heard it from a birdy he was back dirty A bunch of Oxy pills with the number 30, yeah Plus he sippin' on that boy again Seen him mix it on the Facebook—oh, it's him Got them people tattle-tellin' like, "Oh, it's him" And them goons on your line wanna get your skin Tally up, rally up, get 'em Fuck them niggas, they in cahoots with 'em Guilty by association Them niggas guilty by association Tally up, rally up, get 'em Fuck them niggas, they in cahoots with 'em Guilty by affiliation Them niggas guilty by affiliation He having his bread, he having his wealth But he eatin' at the table by himself People say that he don't look out for his niggas But his niggas be trickin' off on them bitches Keep putting milk on your porch and I'll bet you that Keep feeding cats and they gon' keep coming back You try to teach 'em how to fish but they know it all, that's for certain You think that you helpin' 'em, but really you hurtin' 'em The 12 blue bluffin' 'em, they young and they rich I get it: fast car with the bad ass bitch I get it: weed card, and probably a zip Plus you in California, so you figure legit But what if, swine pull you over and he know your name Search your backseat, plant the cocaine Snatch you out the whip, put you in restrain And say he lets you go, you give him four names Tally up, rally up, get 'em Fuck them niggas, they in cahoots with 'em Guilty by association Them niggas guilty by association Tally up, rally up, get 'em Fuck them niggas, they in cahoots with 'em Guilty by affiliation Them niggas guilty by affiliation
Writer(s): Todd Morse, Adam Blake, Russell Alan Pistachio, Toby Raymond Morse, Todd Friend Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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