Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 25-2-Life, artist - Rappin' 4-Tay. Album song Off Parole, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 18.01.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Forte
Song language: English
25-2-Life |
| Welcome to San Quentin Prison Westblock |
| And you don’t run a motherfuckin' thang in here |
| So shut the fuck up and keep your eyes facin' the wall |
| My name is Lt. I Don’t Give A Fuck |
| Now stretch |
| I just got of the grey goose |
| Hear at San Quentin Westblock, I hear they be gettin' loose |
| So allow me to scope the scene out |
| And find my folks, relatives, real playaz, I know they turnin' it out |
| Slangin' them thangs, police pop and now wit a Glock |
| I’m lookin' for that buster, that truster who be callin' them shots |
| Cause he’s the same sucker who got my folks stuck |
| Fool, he didn’t give a fuck, so why should I give a fuck? |
| Revenge is a motherfucker, Imma be that sucker ducker |
| Creepin' wit my until blade you feel that mother |
| All up in your testikels I turn you in to a vegetable |
| Dissect that ass, yeah something extra-terrestrial |
| Cause it’s a different ballgame behind these walls |
| And if ya soft than all the niggas gone get them drawz |
| And take ya manhood, you can’t have it back silly rabbit |
| Now you gone call up your bitch |
| And tell her they turned you into a faggot |
| Ya best ta think twice, cause it ain’t nathen nice |
| What you wanna do, one of them foolz wit 25−2-Life |
| And if ya never did time before |
| That means you keep it legit, makin' it smooth |
| Handlin' business, stay on your toes |
| Man, they got me in this orange jumpsuit |
| I’m goin' crazy as hell, live in a cell, sippin' cup of noodle soup |
| I know they think a nigga’s gone insane |
| Because I stood at this funny style motherfucker … |
| He was out to get me first, I just happened to get him quicker |
| A victim of circumstances, plus my blade was much thicker |
| You wanna be gangsters behind these walls it’s so much drama |
| I done seen the hardest nigga switch up and call home to momma |
| There’s really no guarantee you make it to society |
| So all you perpetrator gonna find out what you wanna be |
| Just a few words, some game plus a little advice |
| I got from my O.G. |
| in the pen servin' the 25−2-Life |
| I hear you claim to be the hardest induvidual |
| Can’t nobody fade you, your mentality is more like criminal |
| Whenever there’s drama or funk they say you handle the static |
| Yeah, you tha man, you and that fully automatic |
| Stepped up and swept up every turf wit disagreements |
| And every bitch that havin' a bowl of some of that … |
| But ain’t it a shame you can only travel across the streets to the store |
| They don’t even trust you and that mother cause you robbed it before |
| Got you a sack of that yack and snored it, and snored it up |
| Than robbed another nigga the cut cause you didn’t give a fuck |
| Everybody is blessed wit tha devil, he be a motherfucker |
| Get him off your back, get 'em off yo back before you kill your brother |
| On some of that kokane shit gets crazy I done seen it |
| Waked up the next day talkin' bout man I really didn’t mean it |
| Lost all your love and all your trust, somebody is fuckin' your wife |
| You shot that nigga, that’s why you servin' 25−2-Life |