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I never did time, committed mad crime |
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Only paid rhymes, but now niggaz drop dimes |
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Harmonizin on a homicide rap |
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Singin in the precinct, tryin to catch an |
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R&B contract |
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Now they hit me with a one to |
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THREE, personal- |
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LY conspira- |
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CY, it don't mean shit to |
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ME The time will go fast, because |
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I'm true blue |
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On the DL, back home, |
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I got a stash for |
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Ma Duke I stack razor blades in my shoe |
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Niggaz threaten to kill the |
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Ak, if I ever come through |
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And I'm doin 30 more days, in this steel cage |
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Locked down with men that go both ways |
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But gays ain't gon' grease me |
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My razor blade say |
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O.P.P., niggaz in |
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P.C. gon' know me |
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I'm not the everyday herb |
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Actions speak louder than words, so step to the verb |
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Fuck a pro-noun, |
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I get down for my crown |
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Pass the three-pound, show it to |
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King Clown, and watch him lounge |
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You know the whole |
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PHASE I'm about to go through the government's |
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MAZE in about 30 days |
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You know my name, no shame in my game |
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Best to fly the kid champagne from |
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Spain About to go in, to push a |
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BID, for wrongs |
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I done DID |
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Goin away party at the |
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CRIB Me and my friends gonna get together |
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I didn't think jail could ever, |
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I learned to never say never but now we just gonna party.. party.. |
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Shit, fiesta.. for-ever.. |
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Gun ? up on my floor |
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All my peeps know they got to keep they damn guns at the door |
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Don't wanna get hit, with a bullet, meanin a year time in jail if you can't, comprehend, with the slang friend |
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All you do, don't act like nuts |
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It don't make no sense for the whole crew, to get locked up |
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Bad enough |
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I have to go in yo |
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But when the shit hit the fan, debris' gotta blow |
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Windy days, but ain't nothin changed but the weather |
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While I'm locked down, the thugs'll write me no love letters |
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That's for queers, couple of years later gator, but hold all them crocodile tears |
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Because it ain't like |
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I'm dyin You see |
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I'm not marked for death, so stop the bloodclot cryin |
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This ain't |
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The Wizard of |
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Oz where I can tap my heels and go for it |
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I take it slow, cause |
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I'll be home before you know it |
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I'm comin through like |
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X-rays in approximately, the next 30 days |
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But if you think |
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I'm tryin to skip town |
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You best to purchase a hearing aid and ask yourself how that sound |
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I'm not tryin to jump bail, cause that's the dough that |
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I'ma use to flip up the new connects, that |
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I meet in jail |
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Politicians they all know dis |
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Every now and then they visit a snitch, who helped em get rich |
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Yeah part of the government's plan |
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Lock down the man who stack grands, put him in the hand of |
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Uncle Sam |
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This the stuff, you can't trust for 30 days |
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I'm on a bus with niggaz that fuss over tight handcuffs |
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And while |
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I'm inside, |
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I take in stride |
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Livin in prison, stool pigeons know that time don't fly |
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Days go by, night gets darker, but |
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I'm a New |
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York Whalin on your ass like |
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Orca Not the |
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Avon Lady, stay up out my face |
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It only take a shoelace, for a nigga to catch a new case |
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You get done in different ways |
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I'm headed for the cage within the next 30 days |
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Rob Swift handles business |
