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Righ about now, I think it's time you explained to everybody
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the real reason you wear this cahin around your neck, aight!
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(Yo, yo this Puff Daddy Number 1-6-double0-3-0-5-0 representin Davenport
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the experimental prison, y'knowhutI'msayin? Representin Double I for life
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1-18)
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Verse 1: Treach
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Too many of my people got time, it shows as crime unfolds
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Many snap in a trap now new minds explode
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Learn the ability to find their goals
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Locked in a facility where time is froze
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God knows the heart hurts to see no sky, just dirt
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They give a man a cell quick before they give a man work
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So we get into this black, this black cat syndrome
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Grow older like there's no heart and no soul ingrown
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Bars and cement instead of help for our people
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Jails ain't nothin but the slave day sequel
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Tryin to flee the trap of this nation
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Seein penitentiary's the plan ta plant the new plantation
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They say we'll take the animals from cottons and crops
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straight to forgotten wit locks plottin to rottin our stocks
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They draw a crooked line and wait for your foot ta fall under
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Serving most of my brothers another football number
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Judges look at our seeds, these brothers, like enemies
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saying "We don't need G's", giving out years like free cheese
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Free please, nigga, ain't no freedom
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Who's locked up? Who's shot up? Who's strung out? Who's bleeding? Keep
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reading
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I'm here to explain the chain remain the same
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maintain for the brothers and sisters locked
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Chorus: The chain remains
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*repeat x4*
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(Prisoner 1-5-4-3-0-5-0 representin Jersey. All y'all niggas better back
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the fuck up, man, it's gettin busy)
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(Yo this is Big Kym comin straight outta Compton. I'm locked up in Fort
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Dix, New Jersey, Number 0-7-3-9-3-0-6-7. I, I be checkin y'all out in 1997,
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later)
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Verse 2: Treach
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Nowadays still we're captured, still hear wicked laughter while shackled
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we're beaten and battered then cuffed after we're tackled
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We're tugged while increasing the mugged and indecent
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hit one more time wit a black jack then dragged in the precinct
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Still don't know what the back and forth, looking meaner, meant stripped
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made into a convict, booked then fingerprinted
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How many more times of this humiliation?
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How many more bouts do we have to lose while we fight for our rights in
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this nation
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that we supposed ta have since birth
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but the breaks on the bricks get worse, so it's jail first
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And that's all they offer us
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Ain't that right Mr Officer?
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Chorus (x10)
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(This is Orion 15-431-0-5-0 up in Tennesee outta Fort Dix representin
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Cleveland and Illtown)
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Verse 3: Treach
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Some rob blocks, does it matter or should it?
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While ghetto's dodge, cops duck bullets and pull it
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I "Hang Out and Hustle wit my friends" til the end, til the day we burn
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pens
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Ain't no mystery we need victory, the system conspired
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the days of the riots ain't retired
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But brothers staying calm cos they soldiers
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til when the only solutions revolution, no we told ya
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The chain remains til we uprise
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Stuck in a land where we ain't meant to survive
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and I hope this don't suit ya, some work
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like a slave ta get a hit but won't work to save for a future
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And that's when the cost is the man within
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And we're just as lost as the land we in
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Some balst, some based and some dropped down
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and most who sold it right now are lock down and rocked round
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And it's been happenin so much
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that they make it so that it ain't even no shock now
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Chorus (x5)
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(This is Lil' Steve 1-6-0-0-6-0-5-0 chillin at Fort Dix representin 118.
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Get out in '96)
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The chain remains (Peace then!)
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(This is, aah, Lil' Pers, aah. 14-6-23-0-1-6 from Washington DC. Right now
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I'm up in Fort Dix, aah, Jersey. My outdate is 12/25/2003. Way I'm thinkin
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is, aah, it's on, mad stuff and we all better do somethin for the brothers
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who is locked dizzown. Cos they locked down and I don't care if we
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definitely lock down the heat. Do something, do somethin bad. Peace out!)
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Outro:
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Yo what's up, this Terreet Pett, formerly known as 1-11-7-19
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I'd like to give a couple of shouts to come of the brothers
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I was locked down wi |