[Fiend talking]

So what cha' back here for

Yeah, ya doin' time

Want cha' to meet some people of mine, ya heard me

Over here we got ,uh, David Banner, Tira, Fiend

Head counts to Mr. Magic, Blaxuede

And we gon' do it like this here, ya heard me



[Hook: Magic & Fiend ] (x2)

They got us incarcerated (Damn)

20 to life is what I'm facing (Said talk to em')

Can't seem to get away from the cases (Say damn)

My freedom is the only thing I'm chasing (Gotta talk to em')



[Magic]

Look, they got me locked up in O-Z

Stay the fuck from around me, ya niggas don't know me

Ya cross me, ya better down me

Better ask, I'm a hustler

Sharpen up the toothbrush and go for the jugular

You see me holdin' on these hind bars

Screamin' fuck the world ready to go to war

I stay focused, keep my eyes on the uniforms

They laugh with us but them bitches wanna do us harm

I'm pumpin' iron you can see the fire in my eyes

Whoppin' you motherfuckers, prepare to tire

Incarcerate me if you wanna but my mind gon' always be free

And on the streets nigga remember that they shootin' at me

I can't get used to this food, this shit is making me sick

Plus half these niggas in here done took that dick

Head hurtin' waitin' on my day to escape

But fuck the barbwire I'm goin' over the gate



[Hook x2]



[Blaxuede]

Hold up, who the fuck is you bitch, label me a criminal

Deal with any nigga when doin' times get critical

Cops crewed out cause I was tryin' to get too physical

Now I'm in this room, coughing and raising my genitals

Behind bars, fist fights in the yard

I'ma dodge spending nights in the morgue

Look, more ticket to spend his life with the Lord

He think he make it out, take it out

Now my cellmate talkin' bout breakin' out

Look, I told that fool it was impossible

Too much of an obstacle

If you get caught you know what them cops'll do

He had to quit more time, personal hospital

Actin' like he didn't know them people rotten too

Don't he look familiar, niggas in chains

You make me wanna kill ya, ya think it's a game

His uniform and his badge make him think he the man

I can't take it, have to face it, the people got us



[Hook x2]



[Fiend]

I got partners that ain't never comin' home

Two collect calls on the phone

Still touch the street cause I Jones

Still cuss the heat cause of Jones

Fuck a bitch that you own

Behind bars that'll never be chrome

Where ever T on, let it be known

His mind gone

Roam and become straight throne

Graduated from col, heard he got moved from Californ

Pumpin' it out the crib got him caught

Two miles from the state dramas

Eight blocks from the Magnolia

If he don't speak soldier he over

So he got it from the dirty and trife

Got familiar with the skills, I done murdered for stripes

Break the guard for the last time, it was my last time talkin' to him

You wanna see him, be a dead man walkin' to him

Unless he died from natural cause, they'll execute his ass tomorrow



[Hook x2]