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Jail Shit

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  • [Sean Price] Who this? Sean Price, groovy shit Catch a body cop out to a two to six Less the 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 kids, netas, triple b's and lokes Five Percent niggaz, 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 it to piece, god Here are some things, over wrong, fearing no things Set it off for the German, do a year in the bing Either grow dredlocks, did a bid in the bing You them blow 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 [Chorus: Rock] You come home to the streets, niggaz raising hell Fightin', cuttin', damn it's the same as jail Only the grimey get over, ain't no making bail Get torn at the frame, if ya frame is frail [Sean Price] I hope and pray my first born, be next to parole Tie it up, liftin' weights, playin' chess with stones I'm tired of things, tired of the riots and gangs Tired of the jack mac, caliberas and ten When I come home, ma, I sware to God, I'ma 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 corner violation for smoking weed As the cop escort me, as I toot 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 [Chorus] [Sean Price] My life is in danger, my son set it off on the emon Niggaz being easy, how the fuck, can you be calm Looking bad, son, them niggaz 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 [Chorus 2X]

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