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[jail

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

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

[jail

I'm locked down for tryin to 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, ready for
Whoever wanna throw down, the gangsters better slow
Wake up, you be in a cell with forty of us
(What you in fo'?) In for murder money love and lust
(What you in fo'?) In for life, don't let me tell you
I might bang you twice and take the life
you in fo'?

[Raekwon the
Jail - get up
Wash a nigga mattress faggot, you 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 where phones 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
wigs, lay six months
That's alright dog, make it home
Heard you admit it in the box, slid it under
Bang anger
Bop through the with bangers
Live God the Abbot of all chambers..

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