You know i never was no choir boy
Ya folks got a gang of priors
Maybe thatand's why the one timeand's be triflin
Tryin to give a young nigga thirty five to life
When i ainand't even done nothin wrong off icer
I have no in fo to offer ya
He asked my name so i came off the brain
Told him andquot;iand'm john doe and this is my hoe janeandquot;
He said andquot;smart mouth nigga donand't make me do yaandquot;
Put my thumbprint in his high tech computer
My name came back with a warrant, felo-nies
Now they got me down-town, spread my anus
Buttock, iand'm like, andquot;what the fuck is it now?andquot;
He said, andquot;you robbed a liquor store; we know where, when and howandquot;
Itand's foul, they got a nigga toand' up from the, floand' up
My mom, in the courtroom lookin like she bout to throw up
Itand's a strong armed robbery, strapped in the commision
At my pre-trial conference, d.a. had a proposition
He said if i lose at trial iand'd get the ? with the l on top
But take the deal heand'd give me five with havin most of the charges
Dropped
Hopped on the deal quicker than blast, and said
andquot;i admit that, but two and a half ainand't bad i got getbackandquot;
They sentenced me to five, two i gotta bring
Itand's only strike one swing, batta batta swing
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Itand's one-eight-seven on the d.a., cause they
Ainand't tryin to give a young motherfucker no leeway
Yes yes... yand'all
One-eight-seven on the whole courtroom, motherfuck em all
You better swing, batta batta swing
Cause once you get your third felony, your fifty years you gotta bring
Itand's a deadly game of baseball
So when they try to pull you over
1 - shoot em in the face yand'all
2 - shoot em in his face yand'all
3 - take em on a chase yand'all
Fresh out the pen, unrehabili-tated
Doin hella good, and my p.o. hates it
Hates dick, sheand's a dyke lesbian bitch
Canand't wait to violate for me for some petty ass shit
I gotta get a job, so iand'm fillin out applications
Fightin the temptation, to slang nightshift, uhh
Minimum wage donand't get it, five bucks a hour
Donand't cut it, man i ainand't widdit
So fuck it, i went and struck it rich, on the dope sack
My homie gave me two, and told me to bring a foand' back
Now itand's time for me to start havin thangs
I flips me a coupe and painted it candy-apple green
It gleams, clear coat sprayed on thickly
Fools out to get me cause my shit is lookin sticky
Iand'm at the club and i can feel them suckers scopin
Iand'm knowin they plottin on me, but iand'm still hopin
That they wonand't fry me, unless they wanna die
They will be, drippin more blood, than mrs. simpson was
Shoand' nuff, ainand't no bluff, here them suckers come
Got me reachin up under the panel to handle the forty-four caliber
Gun, uhh
Spun his ass around with one of the fat magnum rounds
Got him on the ground makin funny sounds, ohh
I got a problem, witnesses ten
Positive identifa-cation
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On swoll in the pen, cellmates with x-raided
Now iand'm on parole, five years later
The bo loc is ready to have me a ball
Fuck my p.o., iand'm goin awol
And you all can suck this dick, iand'm sick
And tired of goin through all this bitch-made shit
I got two strikes right now as we speak, and peep
Iand'm not bout to let you motherfuckers do, me
Iand'm petty with a prior, will buy your fate
With wilson in the office, you gets no date
So iand'm putting all my belongings on greyhound bus #22
Bound to another state, me and my crew
Unpacked my shit, stacked my grip
California and pete wilson can suck my dick!
And if you didnand't already know, that you couldnand't
Trust his ass, just look how he did polly klass
Used her death, and her familyand's name
So he can yank more votes, and political fame
Itand's a shame, that iand'm the one they say is a monster
Juvenile delinquent, steppin out of sync with
But fuck that, i ainand't goin out, like a punk
That ainand't my style, rip him from his asscrack
To hit nutsacks now, they wanna kill a nigga
Like me i blast one blast two thatand's strike three
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