| Oh I posted bail? |
| I’m out this motherfucker? |
| I can go?!
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| Aw, fuck y’all! |
| Ay fuck the judge!
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| Fuck the motherfuckin' district attorney, the prosecutor
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| And fuck you motherfuckers in the jury box, fuck all y’all!
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| Cause I’m out on motherfuckin' bail
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| Y’all ain’t never gon' see me in this motherfucker again!
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| Drop that shit L G
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| Let these ol' punk-ass bitches know how we runnin' this shit for the '94
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| Niggas ain’t goin' back to court, you stank ass bitches
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| I’m stuck in jail, the D.A.'s tryin' to burn me
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| I’d be out on bail, if I had a good attorney
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| Want to label me a criminal and cuff me up
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| Got a pocket full of money so they rough me up — I ain’t trippin'
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| In the county and I’m mad as fuck
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| Got a record so they put me with the baddest bunch
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| Everybody wanna talk cause I’m rappin', they askin' me what happened
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| Is it true you did a flick with Janet Jackson?
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| I can’t sleep! |
| they takin' Polaroids
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| And I’m tryin' to use the phone, but they makin' noise
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| Man I wish I had my Glock, cause it’s major
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| I’m makin' shanks out the plastic in razors
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| These motherfuckers won’t leave me alone, that’s my word
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| 'Bout to turn a violation to a motherfuckin' murder
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| I’m makin' co-llect calls to my ol' bitches
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| Send mo' pictures, and make me some mo' riches
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| To all the suckers on the block, talkin' shit while I was locked up
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| Be prepared to get socked up
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| Cause the game is deep, and the fame is brief
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| And you bullshit bitches ain’t changin' me
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| I came straight up out the gutter, I was saved from hell
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| And I’m a thug, I was raised in jail, now I’m out on bail
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| (Out on bail) You know what fuckin' time it is
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| I’m out on bail (thug life nigga) 50,000 BEYOTCH! |
| I’m out on bail
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| (Out on bail) Hand me some motherfuckin' cold 40's in this bitch nigga
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| Cause I’m out on bail (thug life nigga)
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| Ay pass me my motherfuckin' Rolex
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| Yes bitch, that’s a Presidential
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| I’m stuck in jail, and mad as a bitch
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| I’d be out on bail, if it wasn’t for the snitch
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| Runnin' wild through the streets like I’m loco
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| And fuck the punk police and they chokeholds
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| I got no love in my heart cause I’m heartless
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| Mobbin' in the park after dark when I start shit
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| Rippin' up the scene as a teen I was at it, hey
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| And sellin' product to the addicts cause they gotta have it
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| I was a well-known thug and I got a lot of love
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| Hangin' out with the O.G.'s, shootin' up the clubs
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| And momma told me, don’t hang with the homies
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| But they got me if they need me, then it’s on g
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| Got me sittin' in a cell, a five by seven
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| Will I finally get to go to ghetto heaven?
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| Got my bitches on the outside, writin' me letters
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| And they tell me they love me, and the shit’ll get better
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| I don’t believe 'em cause I just got the news on the wire
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| Take it how you want it but your picture’s on fire
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| I gotta be a player so I stay strong
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| Cause I know that I won’t be away long
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| And when I finally do hit the fuckin' streets, I’ma handle this
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| A thug nigga gettin' scandalous, I’m on bail
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| (Out on bail) You know what fuckin' time it is
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| I’m out on bail (thug life nigga) 50,000 BEYOTCH! |
| I’m out on bail
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| (Out on bail) Hand me some motherfuckin' cold 40's in this bitch nigga
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| Cause I’m out on bail (thug life nigga)
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| Ay pass me my motherfuckin' Rolex
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| Yes bitch, that’s a Presidential
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| Motherfuckers tryin', to harass a player
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| Man I ain’t goin' for this ol' crazy ol' shit
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| Dealin' with you scandalous bitches
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| Y’all need to pop some of these crooked ass motherfuckin' judges
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| But here go the motherfuckin' fetti, I’m out on bail
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| I’ll see you motherfuckers at the next show
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| By the way, where is my bitch?
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| You know, that’s that ol' real thug shit
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| Real live thug shit, genuine
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| Y’knahmsayin? |
| I wouldn’t waste yo' motherfuckin' time with no bullshit baby
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| Trust me, it’s that real shit
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| Talkin' 'bout that shit you can be tellin' your grandkids about y’know?
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| I ran with a thug nigga, believe that
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| This is for my fuckin' nigga 'em and the motherfuckin' boys
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| In case you wonderin', we doin' this shit, hell motherfuckin' yeah
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| An ounce of that shit, sittin' in yo' motherfuckin' lap
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| Now press rewind nigga |