Verse One: {Tec-9}
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It all started in the streets at the age of ten
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I started hangin' out late snatchin' purses with my friends
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I went solo one day on St. Charles you see
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Lookin' for a white lady that was peepin' id
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I see one in sight skin was white as a duck
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She just don't fuckin' know I'm bout to show her boo-koo love
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I'm bout to beat her up so I asked the hoe the time
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She looked down and broke her crown she bent down
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Stupid clown I jetted with her purse and I hear some
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Gangster's whisper found slug and some coke
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That was stashed by a bush bill twenty worth of coke
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With a snug I'm feelin' hard I'm eighty strong from the third
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I scored a fuckin' quarter jetted quick down to Fossil
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So I slipped now I'm caught
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Chorus: {Yella Boy}
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Until I used to rap rap rap
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Rap shit everyday now the name of
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My rap is third ward court date
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I used to rap rap rap
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Rap shit everyday now the name of
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My rap is third ward court date
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Verse Two: {Tec-9}
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Three cops and I'm caught I can't believe
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They got me locked down up in this place
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My first offense and I caught myself a murder case
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Parish Prison Blues gave me no time to choose
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I either get myself a knifer or be taken by yo lifer
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Shit my woman still sendin' me money
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Thinkin' I'm a come back home
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I like to think that way but evidence shown
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Prints plus a murder weapon
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I'm up shit creek watchin' for vanish on the proud
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Got me losin' sleep I'm gettin' lots of letters
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But I don't give a fuck I'm stuck like Chuck and she
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Wouldn't put the house up
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Will I get probation?
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Or will I get free? I'm facin' the court date
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My destination is the three
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Chorus: {Yella Boy}
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{2x}
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Verse Three: {Lil' Ya}
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Layin' in my cut thinkin' of a deaf rhyme
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Got to make it short because I don't have a lot of time
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I'm seein' old gee's from the past
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Smart like a motherfucker I wonder how they last
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Niggas had fades, and bushes and shit
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Just like on the street the third was runnin' it
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You couldn't step close to the blue
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Like Jefferson said Ya fat I thought you knew?
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Here again with the Juror food for days that's what
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The motherfucker kept I'm chillin' in lower nine
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With my mind on my money and my money on my mind
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Ced on parole he's in the house with a boot in his mouth
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Boot up back and make him knock it out
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Gangster's on the phone talkin' to them hoes
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Call Sterol on the three and do a pere
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Cuz I'm a villain and I'm chillin'
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It's six six three one
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Verse Four: {Yella Boy}
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Up early in the mornin' time to catch the
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White Bangor the roof so we can
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Put the heat in my back
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I caught the first charge
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The coke charge a
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Gun charge to sittin' in the "U' stun'n
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What the fuck am I gonna do
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I'm chillin' in my jail cell talkin' to the attorney
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He said did you pull the trigger if so your goin' on
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A long journey on the court session
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Standin' tall like a man
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They got my feet, and arms shackled I'm
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Holdin' my right hand
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I caught juvenile life plus a extra to exist
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Like my nigga Tec said (Ahh shit I'm in effect)
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Peewee's fuckin' playhouse don't want them havin' fun
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Cuz all our strafe a cation clucker a sucker that ain't no gun
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My heat is smokin' I'm thinkin' hard all you fake ass new jack
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Pussy better hold that noise they must see what I see
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Yes, I'm big I'm bad I'm buff motherfuck that p.t. shit
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Cuz here I come to bust here come the guard Friday night
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At night no more visitation he leave sit back ain't shit
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I'm bout to take a lil' vacation bog boy be chillin'
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And I'm from that one two three
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But you better be cool before he slang you with that heat now
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I'm buckin' in the hole nigga be real don't shed no tears
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Cuz early Thursday mornin' bitch I'm goin' to Styleville
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Verse Five: {Lil' Ya}
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I Call my nigga Baby he's at the office
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Doin' paper work try'na get me out
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But his lawyer actin' like a murk
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Feedin' him the wrong arm damn right
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We had to communicate to keep shit tight
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I sit at the kite some nights
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When I flight and write
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To my niggas and bitches who was close and all right
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May the ninth was my court date
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