spittin the real for all my niggas in prison
whether twenty-five to life or skid biddin
some of us change and some of us don't
most of them kill but some of them won't
it could happen during rec or while you makin a call
only cowards get son'ed for the jack
only cowards get talked to greasy and be mumblin back
hope the whole block watch when i tear out your eyes
but before i hit the box dog
make sure that my name ring bells wheneva i'm in jail
it's the belly of the beast
some niggas make it home and some niggas stay for life
some niggas grind wit swords and some niggas find in christ
some niggas live for peace and some niggas live for rec
you can even stay on the humble or you can have a fight till the death
and too blunted for the bullshit
comin through the yard on some bullshit
left my man wit ten birds
fucked in the shower for hustling crack
cause jail turn boys to men
this the place where they end your wishes
ain't no more pussy or money
just some crackers and the bunch of coward niggas that'll look at you funny
i should've and book em and took a few dummies
wit they blood and they guts all around they cell
you know the p go to commissary
to bring weed in they ass
and i'm thinking those days i used to breeze on the ave
twenty sets of tens then i take it to the weights
i'ma bring it to the pigs
grab the ice pick and bring it to they ribs
from they belly to the jibs
i know i'm gonna die but i still gonna ride and blame god that i live