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[convict x]
Oh my goodness! look they sendin through nowadays
Ah, a light-weight
And he got a on his face like it's all of that
Yeah, well we see what it is

[convict
What you in for, under the sun
Recently, got me first wit a hot gun
That's my third strike, so xzibit go home
Fight to see like sylvester stallone
Don't ask too many nigga, keep that on the d-low
My might mistake you for an undercover c-o
one that tried didn't make it past bookin
Five times in the neck everybody was lookin

2/sadat x]
You see the judge, but he budge
That's you're felony, I believe strike three
Remanded and stranded, to the cold steel
Lost to the world, your moms and your
Keep your weight up, or ass get ate up
Cats is stickin, up
Wit the shank, get more time in the
Ask hank, he bout to bank, killed a cop wit high
They gave him life and now another cat is fuckin his

1/xzibit]
Just I'm locked down don't mean the hustlin stop
and beer joints twenty dollars a pop
You a new recruit, so today I'm you slide
But tomorrow you'll be confronted wit the in the side
If you a smart mothafucker, you'll be fallin wit
Behind bars, no bitches and cars, we got time
We're I'm from, time is and got neither to waste
in a while catch a cannanite in the wrong place
Beat him down, the strongest hand, piss in his face
Strike fear, play the rear, he catchin a case
Low-class, got a free visitors pass
the female c-order wanna give me some ass

Chorus x] 2x
This is your new home boss, where you at all costs
And if you don't, well it's only your
You're only here 'cause you tried to and be the boss, ha
your time like a man yo

[convict
So my twenty-third birthday, drinkin brew-no
You know no matter what it take, we celebrate
Fuck stayin straight, hair braided by this cat
Regulate the whole yard, now we got the
say "who the fuck is that? "
The x-man, rowdy, gettin treated the feds in the county
Correctional facilities, basically you don't wanna wit these
Murders and felonies you company ("yeah!")

3/kid creole]
And yes y'all, on in ("yeah")
All you brand new heffer, sissy, soft booty-ass niggas ("yeah")
Yeah bitch, welcom to central ("yeah")
A for pimps, private hustlers ("yeah"), drug slingers, and gun

Even bitch-ass, niggas ("yeah") like y'all
Get on your ? ("yeah"), get out the blood on your ? character?
Kitten-ass faces ("yeah"), about to beat you all down to the last stop

[convict x]
I'm all good, as I telephone my
At first I was shook, tried to play by the
But you can't bid your time by in the cell
I'm gettin everyday like I was still on the corner
I'm in fat pink caps, new york to california
Makin deals for mills, cigarette lottos
Givin cats pills, and em "yo try those!"
Niggas try to but my team is tight
We as shady as the and bring fright to sight
Hey you be aight, but don't act a sucka
Ain't you got to be the wildest mothafucker
Use control, put a cat in if he's broke
And let em know, I just wanna my time and go
And flow, lay low, try to grab dough
Aiyyo I ain't tryin to jail, somebody post my

[convict x] (convict 3/kid creole)
Yo man shhh, I some new kicks man
(oh what? oh the fuck up!)
got some at least some money man (nigga what!)
Or something man, I get no letters man
(you gone be my tonight, what)
Niggas forgettin me man
(I'll poke y'all, come on the island)
Namsayin, supposed to be my
(don't be on the island I get there)
Can't even collect phone calls
(mothafucker, ah um!)
Tryin to jam my collect now
(you be mines tonight mothafucker!)
Nobody home, nobody wanna write me (mine you hear me!)
I got nuttin to read, yaknamsayin
(you'll be mine mothafucker!)
nobody put no money on my book
(don't fall asleep bitch!)
It's I'm starvin in here
ain't no fun