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I never did time, committed mad crime
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Only paid rhymes, but now niggaz drop dimes
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Harmonizin on a homicide rap
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Singin in the precinct, tryin to catch an R&B contract
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Now they hit me with a one to THREE, personal-LY
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conspira-CY, it don't mean shit to ME
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The time will go fast, because I'm true blue
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On the DL, back home, I got a stash for Ma Duke
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I stack razor blades in my shoe
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Niggaz threaten to kill the Ak, if I ever come through
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And I'm doin 30 more days, in this steel cage
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Locked down with men that go both ways
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But gays ain't gon' grease me
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My razor blade say O.P.P., niggaz in P.C. gon' know me
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I'm not the everyday herb
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Actions speak louder than words, so step to the verb
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Fuck a pro-noun, I get down for my crown
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Pass the three-pound, show it to King Clown, and watch him lounge
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You know the whole PHASE
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I'm about to go through the government's MAZE
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in about 30 days
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You know my name, no shame in my game
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Best to fly the kid champagne from Spain
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About to go in, to push a BID, for wrongs I done DID
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Goin away party at the CRIB
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Me and my friends gonna get together
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I didn't think jail could ever, I learned to never say never
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but now we just gonna party.. party..
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Shit, fiesta.. for-ever..
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Gun ? up on my floor
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All my peeps know they got to keep they damn guns at the door
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Don't wanna get hit, with a bullet, meanin a year time in jail
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if you can't, comprehend, with the slang friend
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All you do, don't act like nuts
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It don't make no sense for the whole crew, to get locked up
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Bad enough I have to go in yo
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But when the shit hit the fan, debris' gotta blow
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Windy days, but ain't nothin changed but the weather
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While I'm locked down, the thugs'll write me no love letters
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That's for queers, couple of years
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later gator, but hold all them crocodile tears
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Because it ain't like I'm dyin
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You see I'm not marked for death, so stop the bloodclot cryin
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This ain't The Wizard of Oz where I can tap my heels and go for it
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I take it slow, cause I'll be home before you know it
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I'm comin through like X-rays
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in approximately, the next 30 days
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But if you think I'm tryin to skip town
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You best to purchase a hearing aid and ask yourself how that sound
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I'm not tryin to jump bail, cause that's the dough
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that I'ma use to flip up the new connects, that I meet in jail
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Politicians they all know dis
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Every now and then they visit a snitch, who helped em get rich
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Yeah part of the government's plan
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Lock down the man who stack grands, put him in the hand of Uncle Sam
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This the stuff, you can't trust for 30 days
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I'm on a bus with niggaz that fuss over tight handcuffs
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And while I'm inside, I take in stride
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Livin in prison, stool pigeons know that time don't fly
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Days go by, night gets darker, but I'm a New York
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Whalin on your ass like Orca
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Not the Avon Lady, stay up out my face
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It only take a shoelace, for a nigga to catch a new case
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You get done in different ways
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I'm headed for the cage
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within the next 30 days
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Rob Swift handles business
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