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[jail

Son I just slapped my
Came to my crib half past six
in shitty diapers, no food was fixed
I was like, "Yo bitch - why no food fixed?"
She on the with her friend talkin bout dick
I snatched the receiver from that like CLICK
She got all excited, to throw fit
Swung at me then I swung - BITCH!

[Method
you in fo'? It happened in the club
with thugs I was at the bar, smokin bud, hollerin at love
was playin in my peachfuzz, she was
Talkin hot fudge, can't nobody do it like she
in the hot tub - know her man was in the club
And honey never mentioned that she had a scrub
It must have been the drugs or the buzz, had me
shootin my game a thirty-eight snub baby
Let's cut a rug, that's when I felt a
What the blood do - actin like he won the Golden
I get one for holdin grudge, but if this kid throw a
throw a slug - that's how we be rollin cuz
I see dud tryin to play me like a pair of Lugz
Big John Stud, Goldschlager in a mug
What you in

[jail

I'm locked down for tryin to hold my block down a shorty
The Old was like, "Street put the glock down"
I was raised in slums, love how the gun
and now I got one - c'mon, who wanna now?
to sundown, ready for showdown
Whoever throw down, the gangsters better slow down
Wake up, before you be in a cell with of us
(What you in fo'?) In for over money love and lust
(What you in fo'?) In for life, don't let me you twice
I might bang you twice and take the life
What you in

the Chef]
Jail - get up
Wash a nigga faggot, you heard about me right?
Pass off them packages cat, you eat to live
Meet the crib; got a hundred niggaz in here big
So pop off, drugs props, bring in
glocks we call 'em
Be a real live nigga, swing mops and shit, take shit
the C.O.'s, aiyyo Boo, I need clothes
Slide brokers phones get hid
Fuck with and Latins
The powerful marble black slipper style
Goin out niggaz, kicks get thrown
Big sizes, sleep in boots, 4000 rugged F Troops
Notarized wigs, lay six
That's dog, make it home Lord
Heard you admit it in the box, slid it walls
Bang monster
Bop through the with bangers
Live God the Abbot of all chambers..

[jail