Death Penalty

[Intro: Fabolous] For not being who you claim, you been found guilty Two Counts of being lame, you been found guilty The Charge of fucking up the game, you been found guilty Real nigga sentence you, death penalty [Verse 1: Fabolous] Ugh, lets get back to this real shit... We Ride no pump brakes... Everybody acting like they the shooters... Man, I ain't going for them pump fakes These niggas is crumb cakes Wish they would say something snake Get banged on like a chump who makes The dumb mistake of tryna jump with Blake These niggas in my lane Lob City in these streets Jesus piece on my chain, need god with me in these streets I went through hell just to get where heaven is Lucy in that red dress looking devilish Scale to 1 to 10 she looking elevenish If she ain't riding shotty AK-47 this Shorty came to me when she left her man I looked at her and said you something else But the best way to get over somebody, is gettin' under someone else On that note im in that (WOAH) 1,2,3 pin that (WOAH) They be telling me im the best I be yelling 'I been that'(NICE) In the club half a pill and a full clip Get a deal on the ROSE no BULLshit [Verse 2: The Game] Derrick Rose ghost, im in that muthafucka like pac-man Niggas talking bout robbin', I ain't goin' for that batman King of Diamonds like super sunday, hundred thou for that lap dance See straight through you pussy niggas, I call that a Cat scan On that note we in here, peach ciroc pronto My gun throw bullets like Peyton Manning My chick walk around with that Bronco Extended clip in that console Two mill for that condo We gon shoot for that green, (WOAH) I ain't talking no Rondo Nigga tryna say that I ain't a G... I pointed at him said 'you something else' See these basketball wives all around my table... We bout to swim through em like Mike Phelps Now pop open that ten pack Your life savings I spent that Niggas spamming my Instagram, begging me for they bitch back Sending threats to my DM, tryna hack my email Niggas whispering to they self all huddled up like females Yo bitch bout to get detailed (WOAH) I ain't sparing no details (WOAH) She choked up like Sprewell I drop her off in that V-12 (NICE) Ridin round with that Houston Rocket Keep all of that Jeremy Lin shit in pocket [Chorus: Eric Bellinger] For not being who you claim, you get found guilty TWo accounts up in yo name, you get found guilty Charged with fucking up the game, you get found guilty Real nigga sentence you, death penalty (HEY) Death Penalty (HEY) Death Penalty (HEY) Death Penalty (HEY) Death Penalty (HEY) Charged with fucking up the game, you get found guilty Real nigga sentence you, death penalty [Verse 3: Slim Thug] Im going back to Cali, Im going back to Cali Im outta drank and dro so im going back to Cali I need pints by the cases for this bag of big faces Couple pounds of that kush, I ain't the only one getting wasted Smoke a lil sell the rest, I'mma hustla baby gotta invest Gettin mine plus interest, you niggas still ain't winning yet I just sold my fourth bentley then I got that four door Porsche Bout to switch it up for the summer Thinkin bout that electric Hummer Strapped up got extra armor In case a hatin nigga wanna play Everything I rap a hunned You can check my resume They dont make em like me no mo They dont make em this G no mo I dont see too many Gs I just see a bunch of CB4s Lets get back to that real shit That Pac, B.I.G., UGK kinda trill shit East, West, and the South, if you see a fake nigga Point em out [Chorus: Eric Bellinger] For not being who you claim, you get found guilty TWo accounts up in yo name, you get found guilty Charged with fucking up the game, you get found guilty Real nigga sentence you, death penalty (HEY) Death Penalty (HEY) Death Penalty (HEY) Death Penalty (HEY) Death Penalty (HEY) Charged with fucking up the game, you get found guilty Real nigga sentence you, death penalty