You know I never was no choir boy
Ya folks got a gang of priors
Maybe that`s why the one time`s be triflin
Tryin to give a young nigga thirty five to life
When I ain`t even done nothin wrong off icer
I have no in fo to offer ya
He asked my name so I came off the brain
Told him I`m John Doe and this is my hoe Jane
He said Smart mouth nigga don`t make me do ya
Put my thumbprint in his high tech computer
My name came back with a warrant, felo-nies
Now they got me down-town, spread my anus
Buttock, I`m like, What the FUCK is it now?
He said, You robbed a liquor store; we know where, when and how
It`s foul, they got a nigga to` up from the, flo` up
My mom, in the courtroom lookin like she bout to throw up
It`s a strong armed robbery, strapped in the commision
at my pre-trial conference, D.A. had a proposition
He said if I lose at trial I`d get the ? with the L on top
but take the deal he`d give me five with havin most of the charges
dropped
Hopped on the deal quicker than blast, and said
I admit that, but two and a half ain`t bad I got getback
They sentenced me to five, two I gotta bring
It`s only strike one swing, batta batta swing
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It`s one-eight-seven on the D.A., cause they
ain`t tryin to give a young motherfucker no leeway
Yes yes... y`all
One-eight-seven on the whole courtroom, motherfuck em all
You better swing, batta batta swing
Cause once you get your third felony, your fifty years you gotta bring
It`s a deadly game of baseball
So when they try to pull you over
1 - shoot em in the face y`all
2 - shoot em in his face y`all
3 - take em on a chase y`all
Fresh out the pen, unrehabili-tated
Doin hella good, and my P.O. hates it
Hates Dick, she`s a dyke lesbian bitch
Can`t wait to violate for me for some petty ass shit
I gotta get a job, so I`m fillin out applications
Fightin the temptation, to slang nightshift, uhh
Minimum wage don`t get it, five bucks a hour
don`t cut it, man I ain`t widdit
So fuck it, I went and struck it rich, on the dope sack
My homie gave me two, and told me to bring a fo` back
Now it`s time for me to start havin thangs
I flips me a Coupe and painted it candy-apple green
It gleams, clear coat sprayed on thickly
Fools out to get me cause my shit is lookin sticky
I`m at the club and I can feel them suckers scopin
I`m knowin they plottin on me, but I`m still hopin
that they won`t fry me, unless they wanna die
They will be, drippin more blood, than Mrs. Simpson was
Sho` nuff, ain`t no bluff, here them suckers come
Got me reachin up under the panel to handle the forty-four caliber
gun, uhh
Spun his ass around with one of the fat Magnum rounds
Got him on the ground makin funny sounds, ohh
I got a problem, witnesses ten
Positive identifa-cation
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On swoll in the pen, cellmates with X-Raided
Now I`m on parole, five years later
The Bo loc is ready to have me a ball
Fuck my P.O., I`m goin AWOL
And you all can suck this dick, I`m sick
and tired of goin through all this bitch-made shit
I got two strikes right now as we speak, and peep
I`m not bout to let you motherfuckers do, me
I`m petty with a prior, will buy your fate
With Wilson in the office, you gets no date
So I`m putting all my belongings on Greyhound bus #22
Bound to another state, me and my crew
Unpacked my shit, stacked my grip
California and Pete Wilson can suck my dick!
And if you didn`t already know, that you couldn`t
trust his ass, just look how he did Polly Klass
Used her death, and her family`s name
so he can yank more votes, and political fame
It`s a shame, that I`m the one they say is a monster
Juvenile delinquent, steppin out of sync with
but FUCK THAT, I ain`t goin out, like a punk
That ain`t my style, rip him from his asscrack
to hit nutsacks now, they wanna kill a nigga
like me I blast one blast two that`s strike three
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