Krayzie bone:thug mentality 1999
{prison gate buzzer, opening, and sounds of cell mates}
Intro
This is for the hustlas, hustlas...
-refrain-
Thats the way that we hustle, cuz we struggle everyday... (pain) so much
Pain...
This is for the hustlas, hustlas...
Krayzie
Come, follow me now back in the day/ we still was thuggin, nothin changed/
Always into
Somethin, whatever, you name it/ young thug with my niggas is one love/ lil
Bad-ass niggas
Sneaky, a calm, collected slickster/ I might not have been on the scene, but you
Can believe I was in
The picture, in the mixture/ sellin yayo, scrappin, carjackin, gunpackin/
Im lackin everything you
Can imagine so Im prayin, rappin theyd get me outta this jam, damn just give
Me a chance
Ill keep em dancin (dancin) all night (all night) when times get harder and
Harder, my dreams got
Further and further away/ and nigga, I chased em, but couldnt catch em to
Save my life/ so now
Im thuggin on this corner/ I gotta increase my financial status/ I chanced it,
Fuckin with these rollers
When they roll up/ yeah, dont wanna be locked in no cell, but I also cant take
Strippings
And be broke with no mail/ oh, yes its hell, and they say that gets easier
But to me it only got deeper and deeper...
-refrain-
Krayzie
Just turned 18 and caught my first case: incarcerated; caught wit a 12 gauge/
Tryin to come up with
Some money and made a stupid-ass mistake/ couldve been my niggas fate/ fuckin
With shotguns
We out to rob some niggas/ Im drunk/ Im pumped/ I made a mistake and popped
Him
Now he bleedin, I see blood/ damn, get to the doctor/ nigga, dont rest in
Peace/ doctors took him
To emergency/ coppers came and arrested me/ not knowin if my nigga had made it
Alive and was
Well, I tossed and turned in my cell; annoyed and sweatin like hell/ praise to
The lord, and I hope
You hear me, and I hope you feel me/ I didnt mean to, really, really/ I didnt
Mean it/ I know you seen
It/ I finally spoke to my nigga/ he lifted up, and recovered, and pressed no
Charges/ wait, the state
Done picked it up, and I gotta trial in a month, fuck/ and the judge aint
Tryin to give me no love
Cuz it was my first offense, but he just thinkin he lockin up a thug (up a
Thug)
So now Im cuffed up on the bus (on the bus) and ridin down 71/ aint no
Fun...
-refrain-
Krayzie
Now Im locked inside this prison system, bitten, count days left on my
Sentence/ now I can say
That Ive been here, but I sure aint gon come back here, uh-uh/ the day they
Release me Im goin
Home/ I can cope, but I cant adjust/ these fuckin steel doors drivin me nuts/
My last month
Im ready to move out, Im sure/ stay on the low; I listen to thug stories and
Be trippin on niggas
Love stories/ Im fin to get out of this muthafucker/ heard em call out my
Name; 2-50-2-2-58
"pack up your shit. its your day" jumped out my bunk/ give all my shit to my
Niggas/ in fact,
I left everything that I had back in jail but my raps/ Im on the streets now/
Scene unchanged
Niggas still the same/ I aint fuckin with you bustas cuz Im tryin to make a
Change/ I got with the real
Dogs, and we was schemin on the mill, yall/ so we had to chill on yall/ get
Out of cleveland
If we planned to achieve it/ so we planned it with eazy on greyhound and now we
Leavin...
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