stepping up out of my cell with santos and county blues handcuffs and shackles gonna ride up on that grey goose, coming out of a case cos i was strapped with my nines they see these drawers that im wearing muthafuckas aint mine nigga excuse me homie can i hit that mista niggas blowing up in the while a toilet tissue aint this a bitch some niggas are scared to here fool i'm with it so phone check nigga get the fuck off the line before i stick your ass in here and have to do some more timeplayer want to give me the strap cos i was strapped with a glock i guess i got to sit my black ass right there and get shot see fool but fool it aint no going out see i keep scoring clout and show these niggas what im all about see niggas screaming from cell to cell snitches dont tell a party in hell a santa rita county jail [E-Roc

 seven zeroh seven case motherfucking number two eleven stressing manifestin tore up from the floor penelope's gots me on the floor accused of robbing a store who you know nigga naybody? besides which i refuse to answer any questions without the advisory of my lawyer mr baker perming? of this wall i make let me go po po im innocent mistaken right suppose all blacks look alike thank you kindly sir you need to practice your professional better never run up on me again bust a pattern be off into the wind back up off me beyatch just the other day my cronies shot me up high we warn you baby boy you becoming hella tight clayback back a building up there by dreno, rita, quentin also gino chorus [Boots