Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Jail Song, artist - Boot Camp Clik. Album song Casualties of War, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 13.08.2007
Record label: Duck Down
Song language: English
Jail Song |
| And here’s a song to sing |
| For every man inside |
| If he can hear you sing |
| It’s an open door |
| There’s not a rich man there |
| Who couldn’t pay his way |
| And buy the freedom that’s a high price |
| For the poor |
| This one is for |
| Blacko and Jus |
| D and Gutter |
| That’s just to name a few I’ve got plenty of others |
| Like Sherm and O, Unique and Ruler |
| Bone just touched down, it’s time to do it |
| For my niggas in Attica, stopped in Elmira |
| Playing razor-tag, setting niggas on fire |
| from the stuy, from VA |
| Gotta get the guap by any means necessary |
| For my dudes doing bids, some fifty odd years |
| Comrades on the streets with the tattoo tears |
| Catch a body, hide a body, anybody, be a body |
| Hit a witness with the shotty, can’t nobody see no body |
| To my two biggest cousins |
| Niggas steady rep |
| Better yet, my oldest brother Rufus I never met |
| I feel you |
| I’m real too |
| I’m still doing filth too |
| It’s ill who will squeal to polil shit’l kill you |
| What you know about a reprimand? |
| Stuck in a jam 'cause your man chose to take the stand (Huh?) |
| What you know about a secret inditement? |
| Ass sitting up in Rikers 'cause your peoples was wired (Huh?) |
| Any bully gonna honor the code? |
| Do dirt, get dough, stay low, don’t even snitch to po |
| How many niggas keep they mouth closed under pressure? |
| How many really pop off when the enemy test ya?(Huh?) |
| This is for my niggas with them homemade tattoos |
| Walking with them thangs 'cause they know they stab dudes |
| If raps your new act natural |
| In this habitat I’d rather that than my back bruised |
| Ask dude doing 50 a rep |
| How you move when you stick to your rep? |
| You know rest |
| Just, keep your head up when your scribing home |
| This is my letter to let him now he ain’t riding alone |
| For the ones no longer with us |
| For my niggas, get your figures |
| Watch them bitches, watch them snitches |
| Stay focused on your riches |
| For the kids still listen |
| Especially those still missing |
| In god witness |
| Ride with ya |
| Crime mind |
| What up Lil Rock? |
| I know shit is rough and you on lock |
| But um, could you please stop going to the box? |
| Could ya? |
| You and will be home soon |
| You know them dudes provoke you and then tell when you open them fools |
| Oh, and Two Guns you know how we do |
| You my oldest and truest homie since day negative one 'til we over and through |
| Can’t no jail cells keep us apart |
| You know damn well that’s like the streets with no tar (huh?) |
| You know gon' stomp again and |
| I promise myself by the time you got back I would have it poppin' |
| We get cake, 'cause the little homie K need all of us |
| Him and Touch one, he real loyal son |
| I miss y’all niggas |