Phone rings (arabic voice) you a collect call phone call In a new state correctional facility Press five to accept, or hang up to decline
one:
Whattup gangstas, how tha fuck feel We keepin it real, and hold on tight to your Let caps peel, one by one And laugh the nig run He shoulda packin his gun, now he gone he got slippin like an old bitch In the wet staircase shaft, now his man snitch To tha police, but no worry me son I ain't trying to get back be my third felony Pataki he to see us, criminals fry In the electric chair, but my spirit will die A true nigga, I won't hesitate To pull the blaow, peace to all niggaz One y'all stay safe And fuck you, officer brown, peace to that nigga
Chorus: 4x
whoo Jiggy comin, fuck tha y'all, 'cause I ain't runnin
Verse
All police can suck my diiiiiiick And gulliani, that cracker boy full of shit I represent, for all my doing time And those who got up and killed by the swine Beo-tches, porks, beotch Them think them bad, 'cause they carry, and badges And when I'm in my green acura They pull me over, I stole it from some nigga But all my is legit Registered insured in my name, so y'all can shit be cockin me like I'm some dime piece A g the street so I can never turn beast
Verse
There's crooked cops, that's why get shot by tha minute If you were and you ready to represent, kid Blaow, how I like it, word is bond My hair blonde my eyes ain't blue so now I'm dead boo It's on this is war, all my brothers in the hood I fam that's constant understand I wish they would But it's all good, peace to my niggaz in jail kam, killa kane, fogey foo, and ale Down low wrecka and be on storm Keep your headz up, and keep it real you know I'm gonna And for my niggaz six months I see yo ass summer, word up