Yeah
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For those that's locked in Comstock
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My peoples sittin in San Quentin and Clinton
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Rikers Island
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Rikers Island
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Cracker's Island
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[ VERSE 1: AZ ]
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I wake up to them rappin tunes every afternoon
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I be home soon, I see the board some time after June
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Met a couple of convicts that's way beyond sick
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It seem they dig my style cause I be on some don shit
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Laid back, I ran into some brothers from way back
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Those I dug we hugged, besides that, black, I don't say jack
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I stay in tune with the sun, stars and moon
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Cause behind bars you're doomed if your mind can't consume
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Plus spiritual pain can bring forth physical reign
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And without knowledge of self how else can a criminal change?
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And bein locked up just ain't the life for me
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Shit is way too trife for me
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"You're comin home soon" sounds so nice to me
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Plus you can bet I'm bouncin out with mad props
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And if I get chopped or not, baby pop
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My world don't stop
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(Your world don't stop
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Your world don't stop
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Your world don't stop
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Your world don't stop, stop, stop..
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Your world don't stop
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Your world don't stop
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Your world don't stop, stop..)
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[ VERSE 2: AZ ]
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And in here it makes all end up the same from blowin backs out
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5 to 15, seein the bean until they max out
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Misbehavin, actin uncivlized like cavemen
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I witnessed brave men that gave in
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Sodomized and turned to gay men
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Nobody's playin drama, prisoners be posted preyin
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On some low shit layin
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Sleep, get your whole shit banged in
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Hangin, plus who's to warn you
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Out of the hell these inmates gone through
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From three halves of a four group doubt if anyone is normal
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And over all it's hard to call who would try to play you
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My kid from my tomb's caught a carved spoon through his navel
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Nothin can save you, even C.O.'s'll try to grave you
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It's painful to even know those who most faithful'll betray you
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I lay low-key, cause I ain't Hercules
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Tryin to get out early on work release
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Prayin the system work with me
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Cause I ain't tryin to see three hots and a cot till I rot
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That ain't my plot, baby pop
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My world don't stop
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(Your world don't stop
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Your world don't stop
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Your world don't stop
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Your world don't stop, stop, stop..
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Your world don't stop
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Your world don't stop
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Your world don't stop, stop..)
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[ VERSE 3: AZ ]
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So until that day I'm discharged and set free
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Fuck who's gonna sex me
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My mind's more based on makin my next g
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Now let's see, left alone me as a juvenile, no more movin foul
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The penile possesed me with a smoother style
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Blessin my mental with mathematics to map shit through graphics
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Fuck it, I ain't with hustlin backwards
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A wiser man with ideas and liver plans
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More mature and for sure done saw all my eyes can stand
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Sittin tryin to design these words of mine
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To define what occurs when you're servin time
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Stress just blurs the mind
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Behind bars scars are signs of hard times
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I'm trappin myself in between these lines
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But I ain't tryin to see three hots and a cot till I rot
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That ain't my plot, baby pop
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My world don't stop
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( *repeated until end* )
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(Your world don't stop...)
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Yeah, representin
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For all the fellas on lock-diggedy
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From upstate to downstate
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Don't stop, paw
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Don't stop, paw
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And on and on and on...
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My man Sincere is in here
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Yo Free, how it be, baby?
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That's how we do it
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Your World Don't Stop
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