(Jadakiss) Spittin the real for all my niggas in prison Whether twenty-five to life or skid biddin Should've restrained, some of us change and some of us don't Most of them kill but some of them won't Niggas is big, niggas is small, but all of them brawl It could happen during rec or while you makin a call One T.V. for the Ricans, other one for the Blacks Only cowards get son'ed for the jack Only cowards get talked to greasy and be mumblin back But me, I grab the banger, I don't care about size Hope the whole block watch when I tear out your eyes C/O pullin the pin, turtles is comin But before I hit the box dog, I'm murderin somethin Thick is thick, frail is frail Make sure that my name ring bells wheneva I'm in jail It's the belly of the beast, bottom of hell
(Chorus) Some niggas make it home and some niggas stay for life Some niggas grind wit swords and some niggas find in Christ Some niggas live for peace and some niggas live for rec You can even stay on the humble or you can have a fight till the death
(Styles) Five ????? two-hundred And too blunted for the bullshit Comin through the yard on some bullshit Call my girl collect, she ain't accept Left my man wit ten birds, he ain't connect Everybody actin funny, like I ain't comin home My laywer is Jewish, my money is long You know that it's on Two cells down, got cut in the back Fucked in the shower for hustling crack This shit is for real, you grippin your steel Weighin the odds, you King or you Crip Blood or you God, Muslin or neutral A buck-fifty is real, but a body is crucial Cause jail turn boys to men, some men to bitches This the place where they end your wishes Ain't no more pussy or money Just some crackers and the bunch of coward niggas that'll look at you funny I should've ??? and book em and took a few dummies
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(Styles) Nobody wanna die in jail Wit they blood and they guts all around they cell Only two ways to live, ride or tell I ain't never say a word, Mafia rules You know the P go to commissary, rockin his jewels New Nikes and a walkman, lookin for news To bring weed in they ass, chills got me stressed and I'm thinking those days I used to breeze on the Ave Poppin in the Benz, now I'm in the state and I'm locking up at 10, wakin up at 8 Twenty sets of tens then I take it to the weights Niggas getting big, if I can't appeal, I'ma bring it to the pigs Grab the ice pick and bring it to they ribs Leave em wit a scare, from they belly to the jibs I know I'm gonna die but I still gonna ride and blame God that I live
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