i got homies in the grave
i'd rather be carried by 6 before i'm judged by 12
i'd rather be carried by 6 before i'm judged by 12
i'll tell 'em crackers burn in hell
i got homies in the grave
i got brothers in the pen
i got some that's comin' home
i got some that's goin' in
tried to go to visitation
but they wouldn't let me in
so our only conversation writin' letters with a pen
wanna see just how you doin'
wanna know just how you been
tell you who your bitch been screwin'
check in on your mom and 'em
hope you get a second chance
we been down since elementary
hope one day we meet again
break you out this penitentiary
what's crackin'? hope you straight
know you thuggin' like you should
seen your momma yesterday
gave her money for your books
nothing changed on murda block
couple homies hit a lick and got the other homies popped
they got shot up with a k
they say redro gon' be straight
but sto groove ain't make it through
they hit redro with a eight
only hit sto groove with two
'round this time last year in may
crackhead junkie killed young doof
i seen your stupid baby momma
she still actin' like a thot
she be fuckin' with the opps
asked her why she never write you
why she never help you out
and your temper always hot
but let me tell you 'bout your daughter
you can't be there like a father and it's fuckin' with you mentally
court-appointed lawyer got my bro a half a century
give me strength to count my blessings
lord knows it could be worse
i got niggas in the pen and i got niggas in the dirt
pray to god to keep my faith
so i'ma pray to that dope
put that faith in my work
i got homies in the grave
i got brothers in the pen
i got some that's comin' home
i got some that's goin' in
tried to go to visitation
but they wouldn't let me in
so our only conversation writin' letters with a pen
wanna see just how you doin'
wanna know just how you been
tell you who your bitch been screwin'
check in on your mom and 'em
hope you get a second chance
we been down since elementary
hope one day we meet again
break you out this penitentiary
i know you worried 'bout me
we ain't talked in a minute
don't think a nigga tryna ignore you
i'm just handlin' business
i was blowin' and they told the lieutenant
word got back to the warden and they cancelled my visit
tryna reduce your sentence
he better than that court-appointed
he gon' fight to appeal it
but you gotta stop trippin'
i heard they caught ya with a phone
and they threw you in the hole
you probably wonder how i know
i miss them days when we was mobbin'
we was robbin' just for fun
remember clutchin' at the function
i got locked up with a gun
you went in every nigga pockets and got money for my bond
i know you really miss them streets
but you ain't really missin' none
i know this rap shit look real sweet
my pops back in the system
he might just die in prison
so she got locked up with him
he got snitched on by his own sister
now every time i see my blood cousins
cookin' drugs with my older brother
servin' drugs with my older brother 'til he started sniffin'
i tried to put my nigga on and then he ended up stealin'
i caught that nigga stealin' crumbs when i was plottin' on millions
believe in death before dishonor
i pray to god 'cause if i see him
they want me locked up in a cage
i'm fightin' rico just like mitch
the only time i wear a suit and tie is at a funeral or a courtroom for trial
i'd rather be carried by 6 before i'm judged by 12
i'd rather be carried by 6 before i'm judged by 12
i'll tell 'em crackers burn in hell
i got homies in the grave
i got brothers in the pen
i got some that's comin' home
i got some that's goin' in
tried to go to visitation
but they wouldn't let me in
so our only conversation writin' letters with a pen
wanna see just how you doin'
wanna know just how you been
tell you who your bitch been screwin'
check in on your mom and 'em
hope you get a second chance
we been down since elementary
hope one day we meet again
break you out this penitentiary