| What are my options, death prison or exile
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| Well I guess my path’s been chosen, exile
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| Like the first emperor of France, Napoleon
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| Listen
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| What would you do
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| If you was in my shoes
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| One day woke up
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| Seen your face on the news
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| I had to jet, and get away from there
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| Till I get with a lawyer, and we prepare
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| 7 50 a week, is what they get for telling
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| Crime don’t pay so we in for selling
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| Who the felon
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| Is it them or us
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| We consume all their drugs
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| And manufacture the guns
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| It’s all a prison, just without the bars
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| This the type of world that GPS your car
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| We getting tar, from the middle east
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| We trying to feed ourself, in these dirty streets
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| Damn, more shots just rang
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| And I ain’t seen shit killers wore a mask
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| The task force, it’s like a band of jackals
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| Homie looking for the shadows
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| Always trying to track you
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| Prison or exile, it’s either one or the other
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| Life in ah cell or life of hell
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| Prison or exile, how much time will I do
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| Before I snap get a shank
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| And started attacking you too
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| Prison or exile, had 'em feeling the crowd
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| It’s like a fucker stood out
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| And started yelling it loud
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| Prison or exile, it’s better off that I’m dead
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| Commit suicide or get killed by a fed
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| I got holes in my shoes
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| From all the running
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| I take me a toke
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| Then it’s back to running
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| Extradition, is a big ass word
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| Till a few years back I ain’t never heard
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| They should leave me alone
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| What they want me for
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| Is my bid in the mix before them wall street whores
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| They want the weak one’s out and the strong one’s in
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| They trying to get a bigger budget
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| To build more pens
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| So they make up a lie, say we all cater
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| We trafficking dope so why the fuck they hate us
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| Cus the color, of my skin
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| Ese we deep in the states, we Mexican
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| A hundred percent, and we still growing
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| Cus we don’t give ah fuck, if it’s snowing
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| We just get there, and we multiply
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| So fuck Katt Williams muthufucker could die
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| Exile, it’s like a form of prison
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| And I still remember the night of my departure
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| It’s like I’m isolating myself, from my own world
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| I ain’t got no other option
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| Prison or exile, prison or exile
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| Prison or exile, prison or exile |