[Fiend talking]
So what cha` back here for
Yeah, ya doin` time
Want cha` to meet some people of mine, ya heard me
Over here we got ,uh, David Banner, Tira, Fiend
Head counts to Mr. Magic, Blaxuede
And we gon` do it like this here, ya heard me
[Hook: Magic & Fiend ] (x2)
They got us incarcerated (Damn)
20 to life is what I`m facing (Said talk to em`)
Can`t seem to get away from the cases (Say damn)
My freedom is the only thing I`m chasing (Gotta talk to em`)
[Magic]
Look, they got me locked up in O-Z
Stay the fuck from around me, ya niggas don`t know me
Ya cross me, ya better down me
Better ask, I`m a hustler
Sharpen up the toothbrush and go for the jugular
You see me holdin` on these hind bars
Screamin` fuck the world ready to go to war
I stay focused, keep my eyes on the uniforms
They laugh with us but them bitches wanna do us harm
I`m pumpin` iron you can see the fire in my eyes
Whoppin` you motherfuckers, prepare to tire
Incarcerate me if you wanna but my mind gon` always be free
And on the streets nigga remember that they shootin` at me
I can`t get used to this food, this shit is making me sick
Plus half these niggas in here done took that dick
Head hurtin` waitin` on my day to escape
But fuck the barbwire I`m goin` over the gate
[Hook x2]
[Blaxuede]
Hold up, who the fuck is you bitch, label me a criminal
Deal with any nigga when doin` times get critical
Cops crewed out cause I was tryin` to get too physical
Now I`m in this room, coughing and raising my genitals
Behind bars, fist fights in the yard
I`ma dodge spending nights in the morgue
Look, more ticket to spend his life with the Lord
He think he make it out, take it out
Now my cellmate talkin` bout breakin` out
Look, I told that fool it was impossible
Too much of an obstacle
If you get caught you know what them cops`ll do
He had to quit more time, personal hospital
Actin` like he didn`t know them people rotten too
Don`t he look familiar, niggas in chains
You make me wanna kill ya, ya think it`s a game
His uniform and his badge make him think he the man
I can`t take it, have to face it, the people got us
[Hook x2]
[Fiend]
I got partners that ain`t never comin` home
Two collect calls on the phone
Still touch the street cause I Jones
Still cuss the heat cause of Jones
Fuck a bitch that you own
Behind bars that`ll never be chrome
Where ever T on, let it be known
His mind gone
Roam and become straight throne
Graduated from col, heard he got moved from Californ
Pumpin` it out the crib got him caught
Two miles from the state dramas
Eight blocks from the Magnolia
If he don`t speak soldier he over
So he got it from the dirty and trife
Got familiar with the skills, I done murdered for stripes
Break the guard for the last time, it was my last time talkin` to him
You wanna see him, be a dead man walkin` to him
Unless he died from natural cause, they`ll execute his ass tomorrow
[Hook x2]
