(Killer Mike talking on the phone)
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Aight... so you niggaz wanna know how a nigga is up in jail...
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Servin' a 40 to life sentence...
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For dope that wasn't even his
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Just sit back and listen, I'll tell you
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It's a hilarious day boooyyy, and it's a wild, wild chain of events
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that get yo ass in hea...
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[Chorus] (Killer Mike talking)
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Mama, I don't wanna sell, birds no more
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(I got a fuckin' funny story to tell you)
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They pushed me down and locked me up
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Put my face on the floor
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(You rem'ber me and big Paul and my whole crew nigga?)
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They took my money and my credit card
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Now I'm poor
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(Government snitches are amazin...)
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Mama, I don't wanna sell, crack no more
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(Just listen, only take about 3 minutes, just listen)
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[Verse 1]
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After high school, I gained lots of weight
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And I ain't talkin' bout calories put on by steak
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The recipe I'm cookin' may send me upstate
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Use bakin' soda, cook the pie, collect cake
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Now Pillsbury, these niggaz kick down doors
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Find out what mills bury
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Shit's very intense and criti-cal
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And when we drew pistols shit got piti-ful
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The first lick was bullshit, a half a brick
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We robbed the middle man and a bum bitch, the dumb bitch
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But between me and him and that hoe
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We walked away with 18 and a bigger score
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Some nigga named Salvatore from El Salvador
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Got silver teeth and a scar on his jaw
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Young Antonio Montana, held up mansion north Atlanta
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We hit'em hard as doors hammer, yea!
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[Chorus] (Killer Mike talking)
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Mama, I don't wanna sell, birds no more
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(Okay, I know whachu thinkin', it's on righ, we on righ, we on)
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They pushed me down and locked me up
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Put my face on the floor
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(Hold up, hold up, hold up, be patient, be patient, listen to the rest
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listen, listen)
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They took my money and my credit card
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Now I'm poor
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(Man I feel like a asshole just tellin' you this man)
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Mama, I don't wanna sell, crack no more
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(Tell the kid to give me the card, check it out
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here's where it gets interestin, follow this shit)
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[Verse 3]
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??? the spot had more birds than a pet shop
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More gunz than a Vietnam vet, we was set
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Loaded up the work and let's jet
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My nigga big Paul loaded up the U-Haul
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A thousand pounds uncut raw
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Hold on, whus that I saw in the distance?
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Did he have a crew offerin assistance?
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Paul said it's prolly nuthin', a small animal or somethin'
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My nerves got to jumpin', I swear I heard somethin'
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I pointed the 4-5th in the wind and started thumpin'
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The blue lights is comin', my crew is runnin'
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Cops is everywhere, they keep comin'
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All of us sick, and all of us caught, holdin our dick
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We robbed the niggaz, same day the fuckin FEDs hit
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We robbed the niggaz, same day the fuckin FEDs hit
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Me and Salvatore fucked up in the mix
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That middle man and dumb bitch
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Them niggaz snitched, GOD DAMN!
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[Chorus] (Killer Mike talking)
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Mama, I don't wanna sell, birds no more
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(So young man, that's why the fuck I'm sittin here wearin these pants ???)
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They pushed me down and locked me up
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Put my face on the floor
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(I hear Salvatore got ??? or some shit)
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They took my money and my credit card
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Now I'm poor
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(The bum bitch that snitched, tss... who knows?)
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Mama I don't wanna sell, crack no more
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(Man I shoulda fuckin stayed in job corp
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stayed my fuckin ass in job corp, doin dumbass shit
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now I'm fuckin round witchall stupid ass niggaz too
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ain't no niggaz in jail but dumb niggaz
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niggaz ???
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fuck that, I was stupid, I'm in jail
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and most the niggaz in hea with me stupid too...
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[laughs and hangs up the phone])
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Scared Straight
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Killer Mike |