| Prisoner, one-seven-fo'-nine-eight-six, dash-five-oh-fo'
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| Do you have anything, to say for yo’self before sentencing?
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| Hehehe, yes!
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| Nigga I’m a Rottweiler, they call me dawg on the streets
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| I never leave the house without my hand on my heat
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| I run with pitbulls, like Kirk, Boz and Jimmy
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| And we ain’t takin shorts, every dollar to the penny
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| Big cereal — chompin, white granola
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| Got a bitch uptown with the dope in a baby stroller
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| Fuck with me, then you fucked in the game
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| Niggas snitch to the Feds take two to the brain
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| We live the thug life, make money from the drug life
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| Flip a quarter ki, every day all night
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| Ship me to Oz, I’m still in it
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| Fuck the haters, No Limit we still winnin
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| I’m a killer my nigga — fool, check the rap sheet
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| Murder, armed robbery, kidnappin, conspiracy
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| This is for my niggas that’s locked up (LOCKED UP!)
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| Gangsters, til they boxed up (BOXED UP!)
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| Livin the laws, everyday we ready for war
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| We soldiers. |
| hard to the core
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| I used to sling rocks, out on blocks, gun cocked
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| Thinkin to myself — all these dumb-ass cops
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| Night time I was cold with two things on my mind
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| Get that money, rock a nigga if he get out of line
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| Put two in his spine, a nigga just lookin for crime
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| Heat it up, squeezin off for even lookin at mine
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| A basket case, tie you up, blast your face
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| Snatch the safe, closed casket at your wake
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| Two murders, three-time felon, catch the case
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| Facing double life I made some bad mistakes
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| Courts, judges, bars, lawyers
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| Fam-o, wifey, sons, daughters
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| Freedom, need that, shanks, keep that
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| Eight o’clock lock y’all know where I be at
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| Ran 'til I couldn’t run the slums with guns
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| Livin straight wild, knowin how the Jakes gon' come
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| Too many cats, in my hood, gettin it good
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| Know what I did, shit they got me facin a bid
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| Even as a little soldier, momma called me a thug
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| The block full of dope fiends, lookin for drugs
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| And I never let the dirty money pass me nigga
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| No matter how much coke I sold it never last me nigga
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| They blast me nigga, three niggas lookin for ki’s
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| Me and my kids duct-taped, layin down on our knees
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| I said I’d bust them niggas heads, and believe I did
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| Now them bitches got me locked down, facin a bid |