And you don't run a motherfuckin' thang in here
 So shut the fuck up and keep your eyes facin' the wall
 My name is Lt. I Don't Give A Fuck
 Now stretch

 I just got of the grey goose
 Hear at San Quentin Westblock  I hear they be gettin' loose
 So allow me to scope the scene out
 And find my folks  relatives  real playaz  I know they turnin' it out
 Slangin' them thangs  police pop and now wit a glock
 I'm lookin' for that buster, that truster who be callin' them shots
 Cause he's the same sucker who got my folks stuck
 Fool, he didn't give a fuck, so why should I give a fuck?
 Revenge is a motherfucker, Imma be that sucker ducker
 Creepin' wit my until blade you feel that mother
 All up in your testikels I turn you in to a vegetable
 Dissect that ass, yeah something extra-terrestrial
 Cause it's a different ballgame behind these walls
 And if ya soft than all the niggas gone get them drawz
 And take ya manhood, you can't have it back silly rabbit
 Now you gone call up your bitch
 And tell her they turned you into a faggot

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 Ya best ta think twice, cause it ain't nathen nice
 What you wanna do, one of them foolz wit 25-2-Life
 And if ya never did time before
 That means you keep it legit, makin' it smooth
 Handlin' business, stay on your toes

 Man, they got me in this orange jumpsuit
 I'm goin' crazy as hell, live in a cell, sippin' cup of noodle soup
 I know they think a nigga's gone insane
 Because I stood at this funny style motherfucker ...
 He was out to get me first, I just happened to get him quicker
 A victim of circumstances, plus my blade was much thicker
 You wanna be gangsters behind these walls it's so much drama
 I done seen the hardest nigga switch up and call home to momma
 There's really no guarantee you make it to society
 So all you perpetrator gonna find out what you wanna be
 Just a few words, some game plus a little advice
 I got from my O.G. in the pen servin' the 25-2-Life

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 I hear you claim to be the hardest induvidual
 Can't nobody fade you, your mentality is more like criminal
 Whenever there's drama or funk they say you handle the static
 Yeah, you tha man, you and that fully automatic
 Stepped up and swept up every turf wit disagreements
 And every bitch that havin' a bowl of some of that ...
 But ain't it a shame you can only travel across the streets to the store
 They don't even trust you and that mother cause you robbed it before
 Got you a sack of that yack and snored it, and snored it up
 Than robbed another nigga the cut cause you didn't give a fuck
 Everybody is blessed wit tha devil, he be a motherfucker
 Get him off your back, get 'em off yo back before you kill your brother
 On some of that kokane shit gets crazy I done seen it
 Waked up the next day talkin' bout man I really didn't mean it
 Lost all your love and all your trust, somebody is fuckin' your wife
 You shot that nigga, that's why you servin' 25-2-Life

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