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Welcome to San Quentin Prison Westblock |
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And you don't run a motherfuckin' thang in here |
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So shut the fuck up and keep your eyes facin' the wall |
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My name is Lt. I Don't Give A Fuck, now stretch |
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I just got off the gray goose |
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Hear at San Quentin Westblock, I hear they be gettin' loose |
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So allow me to scope the scene out |
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And find my folks, relatives, real playaz, I know they turnin' it out |
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Slangin' them thangs, police pop and now wit a glock |
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I'm lookin' for that buster, that truster who be callin' them shots |
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Cause he's the same sucker who got my folks stuck |
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Fool, he didn't give a fuck, so why should I give a fuck? |
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Revenge is a motherfucker, I'mma be that sucker ducker |
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Creepin' wit my until blade you feel that mother |
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All up in your testikels I turn you in to a vegetable |
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Dissect that ass, yeah something extra-terrestrial |
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'Cause it's a different ballgame behind these walls |
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And if ya soft than all the niggas gone get them drawz |
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And take ya manhood, you can't have it back silly rabbit |
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Now you gone call up your bitch |
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And tell her they turned you into a fagot |
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Ya best ta think twice, cause it ain't nathen nice |
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What you wanna do, one of them foolz wit 25-2-Life |
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And if ya never did time before |
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That means you keep it legit, makin' it smooth |
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Handlin' business, stay on your toes |
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Man, they got me in this orange jumpsuit |
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I'm goin' crazy as hell, live in a cell, sippin' cup of noodle soup |
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I know they think a nigga's gone insane |
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Because I stood at this funny style motherfucker |
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He was out to get me first, I just happened to get him quicker |
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A victim of circumstances, plus my blade was much thicker |
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You wanna be gangsters behind these walls it's so much drama |
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I done seen the hardest nigga switch up and call home to momma |
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There's really no guarantee you make it to society |
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So all you perpetrator gonna find out what you wanna be |
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Just a few words, some game plus a little advice |
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I got from my O.G. in the pen servin' the 25-2-Life |
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Ya best ta think twice, cause it ain't nathen nice |
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What you wanna do, one of them foolz wit 25-2-Life |
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And if ya never did time before |
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That means you keep it legit, makin' it smooth |
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Handlin' business, stay on your toes |
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I hear you claim to be the hardest individual |
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Can't nobody fade you, your mentality is more like criminal |
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Whenever there's drama or funk they say you handle the static |
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Yeah, you tha man, you and that fully automatic |
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Stepped up and swept up every turf wit disagreements |
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And every bitch that havin' a bowl of some of that |
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But ain't it a shame you can only travel across the streets to the store |
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They don't even trust you and that mother 'cause you robbed it before |
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Got you a sack of that yak and snored it, and snored it up |
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Than robbed another nigga the cut cause you didn't give a fuck |
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Everybody is blessed wit tha devil, he be a motherfucker |
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Get him off your back, get 'em off yo back before you kill your brother |
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On some of that kokane shit gets crazy I done seen it |
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Waked up the next day talkin' bout man I really didn't mean it |
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Lost all your love and all your trust, somebody is fuckin' your wife |
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You shot that nigga, that's why you servin' 25-2-Life |
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Ya best ta think twice, cause it ain't nathen nice |
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What you wanna do, one of them foolz wit 25-2-Life |
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And if ya never did time before |
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That means you keep it legit, makin' it smooth |
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Handlin' business, stay on your toes |
