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