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[jail

Son I slapped my bitch
Came to my crib 'bout half six
Kid's in shitty diapers, no food was
I was like, "Yo bitch - why ain't no fixed?"
She on the phone 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
you in fo'? It happened in the club
with some thugs I was at the bar, smokin bud, hollerin at
Ladybug was in my peachfuzz, she was
Talkin hot fudge, nobody do it like she does
in the hot tub - didn't know her man was in the
And honey dove never mentioned that she had a
It must have been the drugs or the buzz, had me
shootin my game like a snub baby
Let's cut a rug, that's when I a shove
What the blood do - actin he won the Golden Gloves
I get one for holdin grudge, but if kid throw a slug
I'ma a slug - that's how we be rollin cuz
I see this dud tryin to me like a pair of Lugz
Big John Stud, in a golden mug
you in fo'?

[jail

I'm locked for tryin to hold my block down since 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 front now?
Sunup to sundown, for showdown
Whoever throw down, the gangsters better slow down
up, before you be in a cell with 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 you twice
I might bang you twice and double the life
you in fo'?

[Raekwon the
Jail - get up
Wash a nigga mattress faggot, you heard me right?
Pass off them packages cat, you eat to live
Meet the got a hundred starvin niggaz in here big
So pop off, drugs that's props, in
we call 'em oxes
Be a real live nigga, swing and shit, take over shit
the C.O.'s, aiyyo Boo, I need clothes
Slide brokers where get hid
with Russians and Latins
The most powerful marble black slipper
Goin out thrashin niggaz, get thrown
Big sizes, sleep in your boots, 4000 rugged F
Notarized wigs, lay six
That's dog, make it home Lord
Heard you admit it in the box, it under walls
Bang monster
Bop through the halls bangers
God like the Abbot of all chambers..

[jail