| Stepped of the bus handcuff and shackles
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| Hella tight on my ankles cuz the cops an asshole
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| Left Tracy headed to new Folsom «Penaten»
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| 82 point strong but left with 4 to the millenium
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| Can’t have fucc visits no more
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| Southerners is still trippin so we still at war
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| I heard niggas wanna see me dead
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| I heard they waitin on me
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| With bonecrushers hatin on me
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| And I’m on my only
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| The Northern Cali Crip carved your shadow
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| Seems like I’m on my own when it’s time to battle
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| Niggas have to tell the cops everything they know
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| It ain’t the way it used to be homie that’s for sure
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| My nigga Ernest Powell told me how it used to be
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| Nowadays snitches run the penitentiary
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| Real niggas got it bad if they ache to beef
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| Can’t get a job so you be stuck in the cell watchin T. V
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| I hit the yard wit a mean mug
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| I ain’t the biggest nigga but I gives mean fucc
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| You talk shit to my low cuz you on swoll
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| Bring your knife to the yard nigga
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| We goin to the hole
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| You better bring your knife to the yard
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| Cuz you be mean muggin niggas like you hella hard |
| Now you gotta bring your knife to the yard
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| I gives a fucc if you swoll
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| We goin to the hole
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| Now I’m in the hole
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| I think I’m goin crazy
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| Paranoid thinkin everybody tryin to play me
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| Fade me
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| Feelin like I’m stuck in a maze
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| Cuz I ain’t seen the sun in 66 days
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| Hairs in braids stickin up like Coolio
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| No deodorant No toothpaste cuz you a ho
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| Put me in the cross so I had to blast ya
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| You probably gonna snitch on me I wouldn’t put it paste ya
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| Niggas would rather snitch than retaliate
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| Ain’t given a fucc about the shoe
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| Cuz I ain’t got no date
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| And were they wrong I wish I was awol
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| Instead of sittin in the cell starin at a fuccin wall
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| If you ever done time you know just what I’m feelin
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| Layin on your bunk countin the cracks in the ceilin
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| Thinkin bout all the shit you did in the past
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| When I get out the hole I’m get your snitchin ass mothafucca
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| You better bring your knife to the yard
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| Cuz you be mean muggin niggas like you hella hard
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| Now you gotta bring your knife to the yard
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| I gives a fucc if you swoll
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| We goin to the hole |
| You better bring your knife to the yard
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| Cuz you be mean muggin niggas like you hella hard
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| Now you gotta bring your knife to the yard
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| I gives a fucc if you swoll
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| We goin to the hole
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| Niggas say what they gonna do when they see me
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| But when they see me but when they be askin for autographs
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| That’s on the GB
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| In the pen steady thuggin
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| Like flesh & bone
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| Pull out a Kisu
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| Hit 'em in the neck then I’m gone
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| In the pen you meet all sorts of kind a niggas
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| With different attitudes everybody think they bigga
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| Then the next man
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| But this savage can’t be goin out like the average
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| So back up off the X man
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| Bustin down with the machine
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| It’s Africans and Northerners and cops paccin mini 14s
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| Can’t stop, won’t stop the emotion
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| Gotta stand strong it be on in new Folsom
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| Step out the cell peep the yard feel the tension
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| Shit be goin on that a nigga can’t mention
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| Keep my bacc against the wall
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| Watchin the drama as it unfolds
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| It’s riot time
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| We goin to the hole
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| You better bring your knife to the yard
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| Cuz you be mean muggin niggas like you hella hard |
| Now you gotta bring your knife to the yard
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| Cuz the Northern Cali Car be pullin ho calls
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| You better bring your knife to the yard
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| Cuz you be mean muggin niggas like you hella hard
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| Now you gotta bring your knife to the yard
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| Igives a fucc if you swoll
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| We goin to the hole… nigga |