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Intro:
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Yo yo
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Yo yo yo yo yo
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This is for only certain people (word up)
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This is for all my peoples in the struggle
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All my peoples in jail
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All my peoples dyin' to live
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Verse One:
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On my way home alone I took the shoertcut through the danger zone
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Ran into alligator looking Jerome
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I jumped out the truck all drunk
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Nuts hanging out the car like "what?"
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Nigga I gives a fuck
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He said "what up" I said "what up"
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He said "I need to be up"
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I went in my nuts hit him with a 100 yo
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He gave me a glare with sparklin' gold teeth
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And said
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Yo Keith, your product is always peace
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Yo son, you know I just got released
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I was on the block and got bagged by pussy police
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And they the reason why Calvin is deceased
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The bullshit will never cease but dough is comin' at least
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I gave him a pound and a hug
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Told him "hold it down thug"
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Peace
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I'm a fleece cuz its hotter than fish grease
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We was high as a kite
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Feelin' kinda petro
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I metroed
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My way back to the Montero
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Before I even made it to the car door
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I was rushed by 2 jakes
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and then 2 more
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so here wew are fightin' through all the excitement I ask
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What you lockin' me up for?
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One said Secret Indictment
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Chorus: (2x)
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There's nowhere to run
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Nowhere to hide
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The gates are locked
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And you are trapped inside
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Verse Two:
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Starin' at the face of the judge
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With the identical image of a true thug
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I shoulda smuggled in a shotty (word up)
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Cuz they tryin' to treat me like I killed somebody
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And what the D.A. had to say
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Wasn't justice in no kinda way
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Under the doc number 284389
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We the people recommend upstate time
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I said your honor
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I can't even see that far
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That's when my lawyer started droppin' the repetoir
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He said your honor
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These allegations against my client are very undefient
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Toward the contrary
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The judge said
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Mr. Murray didn't I tell you if you in my courtroom again
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Your ass is gone a long time
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Then he presumed
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Plus your a member
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Of the notorius gang
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the Legion of Doom
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He said look at me
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Thought he shook me
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I turn around and the bastard
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Through the book at me
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I hope this teaches you a lesson
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A half a million dollar bail
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Boom
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This court is in session
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Verse Three:
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I reach the tear visions of pair
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Remind me I'm locked up
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So I got no chance but not to give a fuck
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Check out my perspective as it dropped
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A lock across ya chest
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And bust ya snotbox
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Technicalites make me wanna bust chops and cops
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And murder flocks in all actualities
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That's a necessity in my recipe
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Plus it was a black cop that framed me
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And if it ain't one thing
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It's another ask my brother
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Went in jail for one thing
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Stayed in for another
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So here I am frustrated
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Sittin' in jail
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Thinkin' bout all my unfinished business left in the world
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I hopped on the jack connect with my connect
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Told him what I was up against
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Plus they found a Tech
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Get the cash together
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Put up the car and the house
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We on the jail phone
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So watch what come out ya mouth
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In 24 hours I was out
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But the situation's never ended
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Cuz the case is pended
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To be continued
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Secret Indictment
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Keith Murray |