*featuring Xzibit, Juvenile,Nature, Ja Rule,Reptile
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[Wyclef talking:]
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Yo to my people doing time, Xzibit, Juvenile, y'all need to
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(Wake up everybody) Nature, Ja Rule, Reptile come on
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bring the heat.
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[Xzibit (overlaps)]
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Look, I'm inhumane livin' in this house of pain
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stuck with a thousand street hustlers
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down on they luck
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Repeat felons caught up with the death I was sellin'
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and for the past three months yo I can still hear my victims yellin'
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but I can't listen to my conscience it's nonsense
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if I didn't shoot I'd be the nigga in the suit in the box under the ground
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fox chased by the hound locked permanent frown Xzibit get down
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by liftin' iron by the pound for the tough individual
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runnin' run his mouth throw some hands with the General
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walk one day in the shoes of a criminal
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death disease keep your luxuries to a minimal
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I'm not talkin' about weed, jewels, & Bentleys
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I'm talkin' about clean clothes, hot food, and Dentyne
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see what I mean livin' with the scum of the earth
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hit with plenty of time to adjust to life on the inside
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[Wyclef] (For every rhyme I write get 25 to Life)
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[Juvenile]
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You got me fucked up I'm innocent
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look I ain't do this shit you don't want to hear my side
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but you believin' that bitch
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You makin' my nerves bad I need to smoke me a jo'
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'cause I know y'all ain't even thinkin' 'bout lettin' me go
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Where my lawyer, nigga told me Juv' I can't do nothin' for ya
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Y'all go tell that to my mother & my father
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but they gon' cus y'all so don't you even bother
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you know that shit ain't right that bitch didn't see nothin'
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'cause it was dark at night but I guess us blacks
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look the same to y'all passin' niggas around like a game of ball
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This is my third felony plus my third strike
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man I ain't goin' home I got 25 to Life.
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(For every rhyme I write get 25 to Life)
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QU New York, you try to criticize me I criticize you
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been the same muthafucka since in high school
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any beat I shed light to with crazy wattage
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Blankin' out bought my first eight ball for eighty dollars
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learned who not to trust grew obnoxious
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so niggas start to hate me same time the boys in blue watch us
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circlin' but they don't slow down take you to court
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think you seein' Judge Joe Brown they just actin'
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Indy's throwin' Tyson back in another year
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fuckin' with a nigga's career I cock back at bust in the air
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give me space beats with plenty bass drink my Hennessey straight
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'til I hurl out third world clout I'll take niggas hearts
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and turn killers into girl scouts works of art
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Picasso from the Hydro roller-slash-hustler CEO-slash-retired soldier
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(For every rhyme I write get 25 to Life)
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[Ja Rule]
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Kill or be killed behind the wall 40 day short
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still the thought of murderer true to the sport
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I bang with the best niggas them career criminals
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now I'm in with these youngins lookin' to feel me out
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Hollerin' 'bout how they gon' hit on me now
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Niggas is real wild bangin' before trial
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new kicks new trial I don't give a fuck
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I'm playin' the yard ox taped to my nuts
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ready to self destruct Lord I don't wanna die
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but what powered your honor to hit me with 25
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I know that real recognize every hustle
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and die with these niggas in the struggle
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Ya feel me
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[Reptile]
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Oh God shells loaded in the semi auto quoted
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unknown cat never voted picture me on the scene
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huntin' for greens like Mike Meyers trick or treatin' on Halloween
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mashed down in the fatigues servin' the fiends
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kill or be killed metal pipes under the sleeve
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in the city slicker bust checks or puff cess
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ruffneck love liquor & act figures bloodsport on the streets
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no gloves pullin' knives out the 'fridge handin' out cold cuts
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ugh streets real thug so recognize thug close yo' eyes thug
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you 'bout to die thug!
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Call the President I'm blowin' up ya residence
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spill acid on the corpse to clear the evidence
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Protestors outside screamin' free Gotti
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guard your body SWAT teams is waitin' with the shotty
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(For every rhyme I write get 25 to Life)
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[Wyclef:] Y'all need to (wake up everybody)
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[REPEAT]
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For all my people doin' time keep your head up
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Wyclef Je |