As I wake up in the mornin, I jump up out a my bed
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Freedom is on my mind as I place this six by nine cell
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Nigga ain't seen daylight, they got me caged like, I'm runnin wild
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Just for tryna' feed myself, since they act like we ain't even here
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So I say, I've done no wrong, I wanna go home now
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Ain't tryna listen to that
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The niggas I used to call, they ain't pickin up the phone now
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Niggas know I'm trippin for that
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I miss my mama, brotha, sistas, man, I'm feelin so alone now
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Wish that I could go back
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I guess I'm payin the dues of a real true soldier
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It's so hard on the street so I packs my heat
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That's the life of a thug, any beef I keep
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I'm suited up to kill, all my enemies
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If you don't shoot I will, you ain't no friend of me
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Now that I'm livin in a cell, the tables are turned
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I never knew I had such a lesson to learn
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I'm shackled up from my hands to my shoes
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I'm so caught up I don't know what to do
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I got a letter in the mail from my girl, she let me know
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That I'm too thuggish for her world, so she need to let me go
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Plus her mama playa hatin sayin datin me is dangerous
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She don't think she should hang with thugs
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She probably better off though
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Run in back and tell the broad she can go, give my mama all my clothes
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The keys to my low-low to my brother
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Bitch, if niggas tell me you in my shit you will be fucked up
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This shit ain't right
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Lawyer say that ?? we got that bitch tonight
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He say she down to ride, with young niggas like me
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Two strikes and I violated my probation
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Plus they say they get me if they ever saw my face again
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So I, be spendin more time, as a Thug on the Line
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Did the crime so I'm doin the time
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[Chorus]
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Tomorrow mornin, I'm scheduled for the court room
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Voices in my head sayin, "Nigga, what you gon' do?"
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No soon, I be ridin that big blue bus
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Chained up with the killas and the thugs
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Tossed all night in my bunk, waitin for the judge to send me up
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I knew just what it was when I got cuffed
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That that would be the last time I would see the sun
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First I picture myself in jail, that vision wack
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Then I picture myself rollin my Cadillac
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Bounce, bounce, side to side, hittin switches
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Pullin off on them bitches, just tryna' get it
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But then I flash back 'cause my cell door slam
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Now I got to go see the man, damn
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Now we bailin down the hallway
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Niggas yellin, "keep it real," nigga always, always
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[Chorus]
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Shackled Up
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Krayzie Bone |