(feat. Inspectah Deck)



[Intro: Carlton Fisk]

Carlton Fisk, could you please come to the bubble?

Inmate Carlton Fisk, could you please come to the bubble?

Inmate 96-8-42-95, please come to the bubble?

(Aiyo, what up?) Yo, you on the bailout (Say word!?)



[Carlton Fisk:]

I'm a fugitive, so I live my life on the run

Got Lebron's on, 4 or 5 clips in my gun

Police description, light skinned black male

For charges, so heinous, the D.A. request no bail

Shit, I'm out in the Coupe in Cali

Fake driver's license, Rode-o Drive you know how I do

Get 'em a shout out, baby girl, Animette with me to

And she not a chicken head, but Ani' known to cock a tool or two

In M.I.A., rock shades and a baldie

A.T.L., dreads under my fitted, long as hell

In New York, got a goatee and ice picked side burns

Iceberg sweats and some icy whites on

Don't sleep much, dream of all burnt mess halls

And P.L.O., never fell off, even though I was last seen

Up north, three balloons on your dance floor

Then I got deuces aboard, made my C.R.

I'm home now, the question, what type, the color car

Get the S.C., 4-30 Lex', on some light shit

Pray it's not you on my mind, when I write this

Techniques, murderous speech, my thoughts is deep

Three felonies, fuck, we kill the police

I'm from Staten, you know how I do

Gummy sole under suede shoes, 36 ways made to blaze you

Made to blaze you...



[Chorus: Inspectah Deck]

I've been a gangster (for all my life)

I've been a hustler (for all my life)

I've been a criminal (for all my life)

I've been hated on (for all my life)

I've been a fugitive (for all my life)

I've been doin' this (for all my life)

I've been locked up (for all my life)

I've been a problem (for all my life)



[Carlton Fisk]

Riker's Island in the '80's, Elmi' recession

Taught me how to move, and make anything out of a weapon

Old timers watching mace injections, how to deal with my problems

Using my mind, 'stead of using aggression

And this jewel is a learn hard lesson

How to move around places, every day and headed hard as tested

And you never get to know what rest is

Everyday your family pray, that you make your minimum sentence

Riker's Island, for the first time you get in the house

Hit the Beacon, you gonna know what jail is about

Plus, all the type of felons about

And the red I.D. card, on a nigga, mean, it's weapons about

Miss Perez on your dick, you better cum in her mouth

It come in handy, when the E.R.U. searchin' your house

From Up North to down state, Riker's and Sing-Sing

Attica, Snake Pitch, Gods, Bloods and Kings

Even Crips try'nna do they thing, but it's fucked up how

The fake niggas try to break they grain

Nigga, it's Carlton Fisk, I've been there, done it and seen it

And the few spots I've locked, I've put my work indecent

And we House Gang, P.L.O. Style, avoid the precinct



[Chorus]