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[jail

Son I slapped my bitch
to my crib 'bout half past six
Kid's in diapers, no food was fixed
I was like, "Yo - why ain't no food fixed?"
She on the phone her friend talkin bout dick
I snatched the receiver from that like CLICK
She got all excited, tryin to fit
Swung at me then I swung - BITCH!

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

[jail

I'm locked down for tryin to hold my block down since a
The Old Earth was like, "Street put the down"
I was raised in slums, love how the gun
and now I got one - c'mon, who front now?
to sundown, ready for showdown
Whoever throw down, the gangsters better slow down
Wake up, you be in a cell with forty of us
(What you in fo'?) In for over money love and lust
(What you in fo'?) In for life, let me tell you twice
I might bang you and take double the life
you in fo'?

[Raekwon the
Jail - get up
Wash a mattress faggot, you heard about me right?
Pass off them packages cat, you gotta eat to
Meet the crib; got a starvin niggaz in here big
So pop off, drugs props, bring in
glocks we call 'em
Be a real live nigga, swing and shit, take over shit
Fuck the C.O.'s, aiyyo Boo, I clothes
Slide brokers phones get hid
Fuck Russians and Latins
The most powerful marble black style
Goin out thrashin niggaz, get thrown
Big sizes, sleep in your boots, rugged F Troops
Notarized wigs, lay six
alright dog, make it home Lord
Heard you admit it in the box, it under walls
monster anger
Bop through the halls bangers
God like the Abbot of all chambers..

[jail