[Fiend talking]
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So what cha' back here for
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Yeah, ya doin' time
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Want cha' to meet some people of mine, ya heard me
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Over here we got ,uh, David Banner, Tira, Fiend
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Head counts to Mr. Magic, Blaxuede
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And we gon' do it like this here, ya heard me
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[Hook: Magic & Fiend ] (x2)
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They got us incarcerated (Damn)
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20 to life is what I'm facing (Said talk to em')
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Can't seem to get away from the cases (Say damn)
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My freedom is the only thing I'm chasing (Gotta talk to em')
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[Magic]
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Look, they got me locked up in O-Z
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Stay the fuck from around me, ya niggas don't know me
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Ya cross me, ya better down me
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Better ask, I'm a hustler
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Sharpen up the toothbrush and go for the jugular
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You see me holdin' on these hind bars
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Screamin' fuck the world ready to go to war
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I stay focused, keep my eyes on the uniforms
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They laugh with us but them bitches wanna do us harm
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I'm pumpin' iron you can see the fire in my eyes
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Whoppin' you motherfuckers, prepare to tire
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Incarcerate me if you wanna but my mind gon' always be free
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And on the streets nigga remember that they shootin' at me
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I can't get used to this food, this shit is making me sick
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Plus half these niggas in here done took that dick
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Head hurtin' waitin' on my day to escape
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But fuck the barbwire I'm goin' over the gate
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[Hook x2]
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[Blaxuede]
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Hold up, who the fuck is you bitch, label me a criminal
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Deal with any nigga when doin' times get critical
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Cops crewed out cause I was tryin' to get too physical
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Now I'm in this room, coughing and raising my genitals
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Behind bars, fist fights in the yard
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I'ma dodge spending nights in the morgue
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Look, more ticket to spend his life with the Lord
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He think he make it out, take it out
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Now my cellmate talkin' bout breakin' out
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Look, I told that fool it was impossible
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Too much of an obstacle
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If you get caught you know what them cops'll do
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He had to quit more time, personal hospital
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Actin' like he didn't know them people rotten too
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Don't he look familiar, niggas in chains
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You make me wanna kill ya, ya think it's a game
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His uniform and his badge make him think he the man
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I can't take it, have to face it, the people got us
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[Hook x2]
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[Fiend]
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I got partners that ain't never comin' home
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Two collect calls on the phone
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Still touch the street cause I Jones
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Still cuss the heat cause of Jones
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Fuck a bitch that you own
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Behind bars that'll never be chrome
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Where ever T on, let it be known
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His mind gone
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Roam and become straight throne
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Graduated from col, heard he got moved from Californ
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Pumpin' it out the crib got him caught
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Two miles from the state dramas
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Eight blocks from the Magnolia
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If he don't speak soldier he over
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So he got it from the dirty and trife
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Got familiar with the skills, I done murdered for stripes
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Break the guard for the last time, it was my last time talkin' to him
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You wanna see him, be a dead man walkin' to him
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Unless he died from natural cause, they'll execute his ass tomorrow
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[Hook x2]
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Incarcerated
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Magic |