[VERSE 1]

Hey yo, this is dedicated to you small-time thugs

Those who hustle and boost and brothers who sell drugs

Yeah, the money is fast, but it ain't gon' last

Cause when the cops roll past, that ass is grass

Thought you'd never get caught, now you're no longer free

Sold a ki to a D.T., and now you're history

You fuss and cuss, but state time is a must

So you better get tough and learn to adjust

Yo, don't let the soap drop, or high when you smoke top

Or you'll be runnin yours, if not, get your dope chopped

So carry a shank and be prepared for war

Cause if you sleep you get beat and rushed to the floor

Now your sneakers are took before you even could hook

And now they're callin you panook and everything in the book

I tried to tell you from square one

A head-up fight is a rare one

There's no such thing as a fair one

So watch your back, jack, or you'll get attacked

Pimped-smacked and packed and carried out in a sack

With speed knots and lumps, stitch marks, and scars

Now you know, it ain't no joke behind bars



[Kool G Rap] (Like Elvis do the Jailhouse Rock)



[VERSE 2]

Fresh out the gut his first day back

He just did a state bid for possession of crack

Gained a couple of pounds, got a muscle up build

Shank marks in your gut from damn near gettin killed

Round the way with the guys you're tellin millions of lies

Of how you bust many heads and swoll many eyes

Now the boys on the block think that you was a hardrock

The neighborhood hero, cause you been in Comstock

They're ridin your tip and idolizin your name

But deep down in your heart you know that it's all game

Cause you was soft up north, livin small as a dwarf

And if you even coughed, you got your head knocked off

Beat you down to the ground, but then he took your manhood

Stole your booty hole, now you can't even stand good

Went out like a whimp, now you walk with a limp

You're some chimp, lookin simp, call yourself a pimp

The maytag on a tear, gettin poked in the rear

You can't disappear, you'll be here till next year

Either get bold or feel the pressure and fold

And just hope you can hold till you make parole

There's no glamorous girls, no jewelry or cars

Now you know, it ain't no joke behind bars



[VERSE 3]

Just got knocked, and now you sit in the bullpen

You think of the block and all the money you pulled in

20s and 10s, plenty women and friends

Truck jewelry, and a brand-new Benz

Sittin high on a throne, livin like Al Capone

Callin Joan and Simone on a cellular phone

But you took a fall, now you make collect calls

Stuffin your chops with slop in the messhall

Your girl's on the street livin lower than low

She done smoked up your product and spent your dough

Oh, as for the boots - since you been gone

She been gettin it on with your man Rashan

Now he's wearin all your jewels and drivin your Benz

And to make it so bad, you used to be best friends

But even though that's foul, ain't a thing you can do

Cause you won't be comin home till 2002

Now you're just another name everybody forgot about

Got no clout, in jail gettin knocked out

With lumps in your head, stitch marks in your gut

Now the tears takin turns runnin trains in yo butt

Switchin like a bitch, wearin panties and bras

Now you know, it ain't no joke behind bars