[Intro] (Guilty Simpson)G.S. boyO.J. Simpson[Verse 1] (Guilty Simpson)Listen, do your researchMy name rings bells on heavy blockYou're lame, your splash in the game was a belly-flopI'm a grouch, boxing rappers like a kangarooHeater in my pouch, throw away under my couchCrooked and mad, you disrespectful mutherfuckers is cooking with gasBon appetit, I go at your streetsWith aggression, the same way I go at a beat and wreck sessionsThen shoot a load on your freak in Best WesternShe's a hotel rat, I'm the shit bitch go tell thatYeah I hit it in the telly and came on the belly and remixed the cellyI left no tracksWhen 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 cryingFront row with fresh robes, playing with my escroPut you on death row, Hood Sentence, Good RiddanceO.J. Simpson muhfuckers[Verse 2] (Guilty Simpson)You can't save everybodySo I ante on another shotty and vow to never let a rapper stop meThey copy, but take it as a hobbyTimid, while I go get itThat's right, who's sucker-free, no more dramaCause these motherfuckers got no honour, OK[Hook] x 2 (Guilty Simpson)I'mma put em in their best clothes, family members cryingFront row with fresh robes, playing with my escroPut you on death row, Hood Sentence, Good RiddanceI'mma put em in their best clothes, family members cryingFront row with fresh robes, playing with my escroPut you on death row, Hood Sentence, Good Riddance, Yeah, Good Riddance[Verse 3] (Guilty Simpson)They couldn't hold a candle to the rhyme catalystDetroit Rap, Blunt rap with a Cali twistMadlib keep skunk, all flavours for the smokersO.J. Simpson, game over, then flame dojaBlack lungs, I could rob these rappers with a cap gunProlly, pistol-whip foes til' they groggyForever young even when I'm gone, get CD and start at oneAnd recapture the life, it could have been a disasterInstead you hear victory, in every chapterThe gutter gave birth to a hip-hop saviourBut even above all about my paperDope enough to be an urban legendBut 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 cryingFront row with fresh robes, playing with my escroPut you on death row, Hood Sentence, Good RiddanceI'mma put em in their best clothes, family members cryingFront row with fresh robes, playing with my escroPut you on death row, Hood Sentence, Good RiddanceGood Riddance
