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[intro]
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This is for all ma motherfucking niggaz that's in the penitentiary
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all the ma motherfucking niggaz that's on the row
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all the ma motherfucking niggaz that trying to get muthafuckin bail,
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that aint born with the muthafucking police
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I aint born in the muthafucking penitentiary coz a nigga escaped
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this for all them muthafucking niggaz who on that muthafucking privacy union
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all the real gh niggaz on the Darington unioun
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and real murdering age niggaz on the coalfield union
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all them niggaz thats on death row, niggaz stay up
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now peek what these muthafucking Fifth Ward Boyz coming from
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Checkers on my feet as I creep thru a long line of drugdealaz and killaz
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thugz, riffers and hoodlums, og's and nooboots
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lookin at me mean wanting to point a finger
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thinking I'm comin behind these walls to be a winner
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they got me fucked up just because am black down and still a souldier
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ain't gonna be one till am much older
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but these riffers got me caught up in a cross so i louse
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callin some big pink muthafucker bouts
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aint that a bitch [biatch] i never thought that shit would go this way
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E-rock the stupid punk and 1995 slave
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I fold ma nuts coz these fingers got me trippin daily
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i made a shade just in case these foolz wanna fade me
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this lifestyle aint much different from the hood so
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you can eat but pick the scars later on my throat
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i seen a bunch of niggaz comin here like heroes
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i seen a bunch of niggaz turned into some straight hoes
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am too strong for a suicide
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i rather lay my timer like a jig unless they kill me
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third block fifteenth cell
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representing Fifth Rard, in this Concrete Hell
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You know these homes got me canned in a cell
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never thought that i would be in jail for another nigga, but now i am
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and i can still hear the judge when he said 25
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see ma mamma cry now am fucked up inside
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am in the wrong place at the wrong time
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hoping it's a dream and i wake up at any time
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only 17 when i came in now am 24
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doing day for day i gots to do me 18 more
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collect calls keep me talking to ma son
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tell him daddy love him and i won't be gone for long
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talk to all ma hoez and ma bitches and ma niggaz
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tell em sis a peach you know a nigga mission
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tryina maintain keep the strain out ma brain
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gotta box of game and a number for a name
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342036 is ma id number
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my head is fucked up coz the prison took me under
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a stright G looking up to the OG
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tryin to beat game like the Gs before me
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and now am living life in a cell
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trying not to lose ma mind, in this Concrete Hell
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I was sentenced to life without parole in a day
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am sitting in my 6 5 8 with ma focus on half way
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the warden and the boss wants to show love nigga
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Aaron Hood nigga wants to show love
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but i came at ya, push ya, kiss a nigga shit
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refresh the game around and let a nigga turn me bitch
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so i grab the anger with a slanger niggaz thought i was crazy
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mean mugging bitch couldn't change the way i acts
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am falling yo am locked down harrased out
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push me over to the edge, losing blood when i passed out
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the walls are closing in and am curling in a corner
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silent, ready to cause a riot in a dialect
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a nigga gets stuck in this bitch
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keep him catching a chase coz a murderer never never heard of ya
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everybodys all for self, you cant do another niggaz time
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watch the shank and read the shadow line
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a nigga was just denied by parole
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so am down to do nigga in the hole for sure
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flashbacks hit a nigga well
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320 stitches left but OG stranded in this Concrete Hell
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Concrete Hell
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| 5th Ward Boyz |
