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[jail

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

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

[jail

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

the Chef]
Jail - get up
Wash a nigga mattress faggot, you about me right?
Pass off packages cat, you gotta eat to live
Meet the crib; got a hundred niggaz in here big
So pop off, drugs props, bring in
we call 'em oxes
Be a real live nigga, mops and shit, take over shit
Fuck the C.O.'s, aiyyo Boo, I clothes
Slide brokers where get hid
Fuck with and Latins
The most powerful marble slipper style
Goin out niggaz, kicks get thrown
Big sizes, in your boots, 4000 rugged F Troops
wigs, lay six months
That's alright dog, make it home
Heard you admit it in the box, slid it walls
Bang anger
Bop through the halls with
God like the Abbot of all chambers..

[jail