| State of California, finds you guilty, guilty
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| Although I did them no wrong they laid a trap for me
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| Although I did them no wrong they dug a pit for me
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| So let’s set and ruin, over take them
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| Let them be caught in the snare they set for me
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| Let them fall to destruction in the pit they dug for me
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| Better get your facts straight, know what I’m saying?
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| Another day in the motherfucking cell
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| Hope all you motherfuckers are happy
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| Fucking sellouts
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| Now this is going out to Big Hoss up in prison
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| Going out to Big Hoss
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| And anybody else who got busted by the system
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| What’s up Big Hoss?
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| What’s up ST?
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| 3 years later, long time no see
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| You know things just ain’t the same since ya been inside
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| Yeah, they took away my freedom but they can’t take my pride
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| From the Riverside County to the St. Cloud Pen
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| They said 435 so fuck it, I took 10
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| Well then, sometimes I sip on my gin
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| And think about the things we used to do back when
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| When we was growing up? |
| yeah we were just kids
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| Still I regret some of the shit I did
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| The people think this place is for my own good
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| But who the fuck are they to take away my childhood?
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| And leave your baby son with just a momma to mold him
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| And no fucking daddy around to hold him
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| But I hold him, like he’s one of my own
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| Tell him bout me daily until his his daddy comes home
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| I gives a fuck, if I sin for revengance
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| I put the face in a fucking fist
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| Have them beggin for forgiveness
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| Nah Saint just let 'em live through this
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| Cuz karma’s got a way of coming back and returning
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| Besides Momma don’t need another son servin'
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| I gotta go cuz my time’s almost up man
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| Alright Big Hoss, you stay up
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| Alright Saint
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| Cuz karma’s got a a way of coming back and returning
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| Going out to Big Hoss
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| Moms and Pops don’t need another son servin'
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| Shit, free to the people in power with the uniform |