jail shit

who this? sean price

groovy shit

catch a body cop out to a two to six

lesser charge

yo

don't even stress the sarge

that's my girl pops

why you think she bless the god?

weed and dope

anything you need to smoke

for the kings

netas

triple b's and locs

five percent niggas

aiyo

peace god

knife in ya hand

trynna get a damn piece

god

ain't nothin' left to do

but pull out ya piece

god

dig in they face

until you tear out a piece

god

hearing some things

overall

fearing no things

set it off on a german

do a year in the bing

you done grow dreadlocks

did a bid in the bing

you done blown head bop

turned queer in the bing

you should hang it up

pa

can't take this stuff

but wait

pops died

go to wake in cuffs

you come home to the streets

niggas raising hell

fightin'

cuttin'

damn it's the same as jail

only the grimey get over

ain't no making bail

get torn out the frame

if ya frame is frail

i hope and pray my first born

be next to parole

tired of liftin' weights

playin' chess with stones

i'm tired of things

tired of the riots and gangs

tired of the jack mac

calimari and tang

when i come home

ma

i swear to god

i'mma change

but when i

come home

you know the god won't change

i'm bluffin' for real

girl you know the fuck is the deal

soon as i touchdown

i need to puff on the real

bang my first floor

pa

never focused

free

but caught a violation for smoking weed

as the cop escort me

as i troop to a cell

with a smile

but inside i'm feeling stupid as hell

man

i'm 29 going on 30

kid

can't be getting locked up for no dirty dick

you come home to the streets

niggas raising hell

fightin'

cuttin'

damn it's the same as jail

only the grimey get over

ain't no making bail

get torn out the frame

if ya frame is frail

my life is in danger

my son set it off on the imam

niggas being easy

how the fuck

can you be calm

looking bad

son

them niggas deep as hell

realizing all my motherfuckin' peeps is frail

it's just me

killa

rum dick

psyche and will

dee and a crackhead named mike from the ville

if i die

yo i'm going out with knives in they grill

all my motherfuckin' life i've been real

yo

you come home to the streets

niggas raising hell

fightin'

cuttin'

damn it's the same as jail

only the grimey get over

ain't no making bail

get torn out the frame

if ya frame is frail

you come home to the streets

niggas raising hell

fightin'

cuttin'

damn it's the same as jail

only the grimey get over

ain't no making bail

get torn out the frame

if ya frame is frail