Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Handle Your Time, artist - Prince Paul. Date of issue: 22.02.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Handle Your Time |
| Oh my goodness! |
| look what they sendin through nowadays |
| Ah, it’s a light-weight |
| And he got a smirk on his face like it’s all of that |
| Yeah, well we gone see what it is What you in for, everything under the sun |
| Recently, got me first degree wit a hot gun |
| That’s my third strike, so xzibit can’t go home |
| Fight to see daylight like sylvester stallone |
| Don’t ask too many questions nigga, keep that on the d-low |
| My family might mistake you for an undercover c-o |
| Last one that tried didn’t make it past bookin |
| Five times in the neck when everybody was lookin |
| You see the judge, but he don’t budge |
| That’s you’re third felony, i believe strike three |
| Remanded and stranded, to the cold steel granite |
| Lost to the world, your moms and your girl |
| Keep your weight up, or your ass get ate up Cats is stickin, straight up Wit the shank, get more time in the tank |
| Ask hank, he bout to bank, killed a cop wit high rank |
| They gave him life and now another cat is fuckin his wife |
| Just because i’m locked down don’t mean the hustlin stop |
| Her-oine and beer joints twenty dollars a pop |
| You a new recruit, so today i’m lettin you slide |
| But tomorrow you’ll be confronted wit the two’s in the side |
| If you a smart mothafucker, you’ll be fallin wit mine |
| Behind bars, no bitches and cars, we only got time |
| We’re i’m from, time is money and got neither to waste |
| Once in a while catch a cannanite in the wrong place |
| Beat him down, break the strongest hand, piss in his face |
| Strike fear, play the rear, 'fore he catchin a case |
| Low-class, got a dozen free visitors pass |
| Plus the female c-order wanna give me some ass |
| Chorus 2x |
| This is your new home boss, where you survive at all costs |
| And if you don’t, well it’s only your loss |
| You’re only here cuz you tried to force and be the boss, ha Handle your time like a man yo So it’s my twenty-third birthday, drinkin brew-no |
| You know no matter what it take, we gotta celebrate |
| Fuck stayin straight, hair braided by this muslim cat |
| Regulate the whole yard, now we got the straps |
| Niggas say «who the fuck is that?» |
| The x-man, rowdy, gettin treated like the feds in the county |
| Correctional facilities, basically you don’t wanna fuck wit these |
| Murders and felonies keep you company («yeah!») |
| And yes y’all, come on in («yeah») |
| All you brand new heffer, sissy, soft booty-ass shook niggas («yeah») |
| Yeah bitch, welcom to central booking («yeah») |
| A sleep-over for pimps, private hustlers («yeah»), drug slingers, and gun |
| Clappers |
| Even bitch-ass, shook-ass niggas («yeah») like y’all |
| Get on your ?(«yeah»), get out the blood on your? |
| married character? |
| Kitten-ass faces («yeah»), niggas about to beat you all down to the last stop |
| I’m all good, as i telephone my hood |
| At first i was shook, tried to play by the book |
| But you can’t bid your time by stayin in the cell |
| I’m gettin high everyday like i was still on the corner |
| Where i’m in fat pink caps, new york to california |
| Makin deals for mills, holdin cigarette lottos |
| Givin cats pills, and tell em «yo try those!» |
| Niggas try to scheme but my team is tight |
| We as shady as the night and bring fright to sight |
| Hey you be aight, but don’t act like a sucka |
| Ain’t you ain’t got to be the wildest mothafucker |
| Use control, put a cat in whole if he’s broke |
| And let em know, i just wanna serve my time and go And flow, lay low, try to grab some dough |
| Aiyyo i ain’t tryin to jail, somebody post my bail |
| (convict 3/kid creole) |
| Yo man shhh, i need some new kicks man |
| (oh what? oh shut the fuck up!) |
| Somebody got some at least some money man (nigga what!) |
| Or something man, i ain’t get no letters man |
| (you gone be my bitch tonight, what) |
| Niggas forgettin about me man |
| (i'll poke y’all, don’t come on the island) |
| Namsayin, supposed to be my crew |
| (don't be on the island when i get there) |
| Can’t even make collect phone calls |
| (mothafucker, what ah um!) |
| Tryin to jam my collect calls now |
| (you will be mines tonight mothafucker!) |
| Nobody ain’t home, nobody wanna write me (mine you hear me!) |
| I ain’t got nuttin to read, yaknamsayin |
| (you'll be mine tonight mothafucker!) |
| Ain’t nobody put no money on my book |
| (don't fall asleep tonight bitch!) |
| It’s like i’m starvin in here |
| This ain’t no fun |