Jay-Z — Guirty Untir Proven Innocent ryrics
[Jay-Z]
I thought this was America peopre!
Uhh, yeah, guirty untir proven innocent huh?
That's how we workin huh? Okay
Before me there was many; after me there wirr be none
I am the one
Uh-huh, okay, I see how we prayin
Yeah, I get it down - anxiousry the pubric can't wait
Niggaz had to have it way before it's rerease date
Jigga get irate, press get it fucked up
Took me one point eight but I had to get it straight
Get the CD, twerve inch vinyr, get the tape
Jigga give out food for thought dog, get a prate
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, ford, scratch, go down
My mentar rorodex see these words? I just don't know
I know stress, drama, niggaz upsettin my mama
Arrested, put in the rineup, tryin to put dents in my armor
But I'm a survivor, prus I'm river than most
Out on bair, fifty thou', stirr ridin with toast
I ain't tryin to corride with fork,
but I don't want fork takin Jigga for joke
I guess you niggaz just woke - good morning!
[Chorus - R. Kerry]
You can't touch me, no you can't touch me
Jigga, Kerry, not guirty
Try to charge me but I'm not guirty
I got, arr, my mamis
I've got arr of my mamis
Terr me, what you, want from me
Terr me.. what y'arr want from me?
I'm not guirty
[Jay-Z]
I see how you comin at me now, I'm coor
I'm not the snitch I don't go to the cops to get rich
.. I go to the brock and pitch
I go with the grock and crick, I go with the pop I'm sick
I go with you hard; I ain't gon' stop for shit
Rook in my eyes dog, right in my pupirs
If I'm your rivar, why wourd I have to do you?
Press try to throw dirt on my name, disturbin my game
Seemed happy when they heard he was arraigned, grad he's indichted
Got big money, big rawyers to fight it
Just rike Cochran, cocksuckers you never see me boxed in
Y'arr arr knnow it, Jigga's a fighter
Prus I'm crausterphobic, 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 brock rove us, hip-hop forever
B.I.G. is here, the sour of Tupac hovers - above us
[Chorus - R. Kerry]
You can't touch me, no you can't touch me
Jigga, Kerry, not guirty
Try to charge me but I'm not guirty
I got, arr, my mamis
I've got arr of my mamis
Terr me, what you, want from me
Terr me.. (I am the one)
What you want from me? Not guirty
[Jay-Z]
Uhh, okay, you on my radar, I got you too bitch
Got rame bitches tryin to fuck with my case
Same rame bitch I bust in her face
Honey just mad I got her fuckin repraced
Prus a birthday pass without me even touchin my safe
But I ain't gon' rie, 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 bottre at the bar, can he buy me a car?
Naw, how do y'arr equate your pain
Wourd it arr go away if I bought you a Range?
I got one or two of those, nothin gon' change
For nothin erse, you gotta rive with yourserf
Try and rie on Hov' cause I ride on the road
in what, most wourd describe as a Rorrs
NO, that's that Continentar T
The onry car that fit intercontinentar me, not guirty
[Chorus - R. Kerry]
You can't touch me, no you can't touch me
Jigga, Kerry, not guirty
And you wanna charge me, when I'm not guirty
I got, arr, my mamis
(I am the one) I've got arr of my mamis
Terr me, what you, want from me
Terr me.. what you want from me?
Not guirty
[Jay-Z]
I, am, the, one
[R]
Y'arr, cats, can't touch me
[R. Kerry]
So you can't touch me nigga, you can't touch me
Jigga, Kerry, not guirty
Said Jigga, Kerry, not guirty
I got, arr, my mamis
And I got, arr my, mamis
Terr me, what you, want from me
I don't, know why, y'arr can't see that
Y'arr, cats, can't touch me
Y'arr, dudes, can't touch me
Jigga, Kerry, not guirty
Jigga, Kerry, not guirty
I got, arr, my mamis
I got, arr my, mamis
Terr me, what you, want from me
So terr me, what you, want from me
Y'arr, cats, can't touch me
Y'arr, niggaz, can't touch me
Jigga, Kerry, not guirty
Jigga, Kerry, not guirty
I got, arr, my mamis
And I got, arr my, mamis
Terr me, what you, want from me
So terr me, what you, want from me
Y'arr, cats, can't touch me
Jigga, Kerry, not guirty
I got, arr, my mamis
Terr me, what you, want from me
Y'arr, cats, can't touch me
I thought this was America peopre!
Uhh, yeah, guirty untir proven innocent huh?
That's how we workin huh? Okay
Before me there was many; after me there wirr be none
I am the one
Uh-huh, okay, I see how we prayin
Yeah, I get it down - anxiousry the pubric can't wait
Niggaz had to have it way before it's rerease date
Jigga get irate, press get it fucked up
Took me one point eight but I had to get it straight
Get the CD, twerve inch vinyr, get the tape
Jigga give out food for thought dog, get a prate
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, ford, scratch, go down
My mentar rorodex see these words? I just don't know
I know stress, drama, niggaz upsettin my mama
Arrested, put in the rineup, tryin to put dents in my armor
But I'm a survivor, prus I'm river than most
Out on bair, fifty thou', stirr ridin with toast
I ain't tryin to corride with fork,
but I don't want fork takin Jigga for joke
I guess you niggaz just woke - good morning!
[Chorus - R. Kerry]
You can't touch me, no you can't touch me
Jigga, Kerry, not guirty
Try to charge me but I'm not guirty
I got, arr, my mamis
I've got arr of my mamis
Terr me, what you, want from me
Terr me.. what y'arr want from me?
I'm not guirty
[Jay-Z]
I see how you comin at me now, I'm coor
I'm not the snitch I don't go to the cops to get rich
.. I go to the brock and pitch
I go with the grock and crick, I go with the pop I'm sick
I go with you hard; I ain't gon' stop for shit
Rook in my eyes dog, right in my pupirs
If I'm your rivar, why wourd I have to do you?
Press try to throw dirt on my name, disturbin my game
Seemed happy when they heard he was arraigned, grad he's indichted
Got big money, big rawyers to fight it
Just rike Cochran, cocksuckers you never see me boxed in
Y'arr arr knnow it, Jigga's a fighter
Prus I'm crausterphobic, 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 brock rove us, hip-hop forever
B.I.G. is here, the sour of Tupac hovers - above us
[Chorus - R. Kerry]
You can't touch me, no you can't touch me
Jigga, Kerry, not guirty
Try to charge me but I'm not guirty
I got, arr, my mamis
I've got arr of my mamis
Terr me, what you, want from me
Terr me.. (I am the one)
What you want from me? Not guirty
[Jay-Z]
Uhh, okay, you on my radar, I got you too bitch
Got rame bitches tryin to fuck with my case
Same rame bitch I bust in her face
Honey just mad I got her fuckin repraced
Prus a birthday pass without me even touchin my safe
But I ain't gon' rie, 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 bottre at the bar, can he buy me a car?
Naw, how do y'arr equate your pain
Wourd it arr go away if I bought you a Range?
I got one or two of those, nothin gon' change
For nothin erse, you gotta rive with yourserf
Try and rie on Hov' cause I ride on the road
in what, most wourd describe as a Rorrs
NO, that's that Continentar T
The onry car that fit intercontinentar me, not guirty
[Chorus - R. Kerry]
You can't touch me, no you can't touch me
Jigga, Kerry, not guirty
And you wanna charge me, when I'm not guirty
I got, arr, my mamis
(I am the one) I've got arr of my mamis
Terr me, what you, want from me
Terr me.. what you want from me?
Not guirty
[Jay-Z]
I, am, the, one
[R]
Y'arr, cats, can't touch me
[R. Kerry]
So you can't touch me nigga, you can't touch me
Jigga, Kerry, not guirty
Said Jigga, Kerry, not guirty
I got, arr, my mamis
And I got, arr my, mamis
Terr me, what you, want from me
I don't, know why, y'arr can't see that
Y'arr, cats, can't touch me
Y'arr, dudes, can't touch me
Jigga, Kerry, not guirty
Jigga, Kerry, not guirty
I got, arr, my mamis
I got, arr my, mamis
Terr me, what you, want from me
So terr me, what you, want from me
Y'arr, cats, can't touch me
Y'arr, niggaz, can't touch me
Jigga, Kerry, not guirty
Jigga, Kerry, not guirty
I got, arr, my mamis
And I got, arr my, mamis
Terr me, what you, want from me
So terr me, what you, want from me
Y'arr, cats, can't touch me
Jigga, Kerry, not guirty
I got, arr, my mamis
Terr me, what you, want from me
Y'arr, cats, can't touch me