I got popped, I was amazed,
phased and dazed
by the DEA's 12th gauge.
Task force got busy and got with me,
how could it happen,
somebody must have snitched on me.
It's 4 in the morning
and the doors just roll,
cell block just packed with
young black folks.
From 17 to 40 this is where we're at,
I can't un derstand why these
hoes holding us back.
CEOs steady tripping
and they got big guests,
but us niggas in a joint
don't buy this crap.
Cuz everybody's down,
but we don't sit together in a joint you're tough,
but you don't sweat
leather combat boots
And you're usually in
blue at 12 o 'clock.
No, you might eat red soup
Head to the day room to watch the two
some close to see motherfuckers
acting the fool over the TV
They want to watch so train,
but the niggas in the back
want a Chicago game
So what do we see we see a fight now?
My ride is pumped
and everybody is hyped
White boys gettin' rocked,
messes won't fight
Pullin' shanks on the nigga,
they ain't seein' sight
Boys open bombs come and it's over,
right?
Wrong nigga, they get some too
But in the end they win,
you heard the scoop
Ten or twenty niggas in solitary
And you know damn well
it's involuntary
You might have five years
but you can do ten
Act a fool and get schooled
I don't like the pen,
but I'm locked down tight
Yeah, they got a nigga locked down tight
and a motherfucker
But it ain't shit, I'ma get out of this bitch
And when I tip, you straight stackin'
You shoulda caught me in the first place
The pen ain't shit to me
All these punk -ass bars on my dick
You see I'm spendin' pain
and money on a bitch
Motherfuckers gettin' raped,
turnin' gay
Ooh, I ain't got shit to say
But I'm fixin' to tell you
what's up with this shit, man
New day, I'm up, I'm aggravated CEO
standing screaming it's unrelated
Bullshit I'm bout to see in the mix
I won't quit, so get off my dick
I'm on 2 row in cell number 4
We call it close cause it deep
And I'm holding my own
Now it's about time to
hit the shower deep
And the first thing I witness
is a R .A .P .E.
Damn, I thought he moved the gang
But the young dumb punk
puked salt on his face
Now that's another grown
man turned out
And without a doubt
he's suckin' dicks daily now
Givin' the lips quick, it's kinda sick
It's like watchin' a homo
sexual porno flick
And at the PC, Protective Custody
Con -drunk maggots,
claimin' and wantin' to be somethin' close to a woman
But all these bitches with these dicks
get bent when I throw them
I'm a gunslinger, I don't give a fuck
See a punk split his wig,
kick him in the gut
Popeye's a plump if I get stumped
Breakin' jaws, yes, y 'all,
I'll kill a muck
Suckers can't run, they gotta get flack
I'm 52, 87, 68, black
I'm the number, not a name
Simply trippin' on things
Cause a nigga's life has
been rearranged
Yes, sir, no, sir
I'm tired of this bullshit, I feel like explode
Escape in the grip, suicides in my mind
But fuck it, I'm too strong
to go out like a smoker
And I'm still locked down, tight
Right about now is when all you
motherfuckers know what time it is
So check it out as I take
you on a trip with me
As we go through the
peniten tiary
Here we go
In the pen, you gotta fuck
a fighter bust a 50
Ain't nothin' funny when it's
time to get nitty gritty
Gettin' dropped ain't a part of my plan
I'm throwin' right hooks
and followin' up with a blast
How can you accept my punishment?
Unless you're runnin' from it
you're gonna get done and
finished in the end
Ain't nobody movin' but me
I'm on the rack,
you're getting A -G -G
Talking a lot of iron,
frustration won't leave
Until I got them young niggas set free
At the crib, chilling with the family deep
It's so damn hard trying to cope in the P
A thousand weeks to go
before a nigga hit the streets
They got a lot of crack on
the west side wing
Smokers paying money,
nothing but your dope fiend
Getting real high in the penzo
What in the hell,
they wanna go home, bro?
I'm seeing this shit and it's
hard to believe
Rehabilitation ends, the penitentiary
Now how can this be,
my celly smokin' some weed
I fucked a boss lady,
now she's payin' the seat
Penitentiary dick,
it's hard as concrete
Shootin' nothing but your comm
on the magazine
Receivin' letters from the world
about the freak scene
My old girl keeps right, she wants to do me
The bitch say she's still cold,
true to me
I've been locked up too, I got more to go
I know she's fuckin', so fuck the hoe
Cause I'm locked down, tight
Yeah, look,
this is how it goes in the penitentiary
I'm aggravated, frustrated,
but these hoes ain't gon'
dominate a nigga like the C
Bitch, y are terrifying shit,
you're making me harder
than a motherfucker
I'm talking to the youngster out there
slinging and banging, remaining a fuck -up
All the bad motherfuckers are dead,
I hear what nigga did
But you don't hear it through
As I sit on my bunk,
I start to think about my mother
I love her dearly, I'd do anything for her
I know she's mad upset and frustrated
cause her first born son
is left behind some gangsta men
I could be at the crib cutting the grass,
washing the car and
getting A's in class
But I chose them roads in the fast lane,
nothing but cocaine mak
ing the big bank
Mama said son, slow down please,
but it went on my ear
and I was headed for the streets
Coming up like Tony Montana fool,
was the only thing I ever intended to do
But then, I got popped,
I was amazed, phased and dazed
by the D .A.'s 12th gauge.
Task Force got busy and got with me.
How could it happen?
Somebody must have snitched on me.
