days that return and every night I sleep near a ravine I?m stanger in rooms where snakes crakes crawl along the wall You can sing the song of the prisoner
that return and every night I sleep near a ravine I?m stanger in rooms where snakes crakes crawl along the wall You can sing the song of the prisoner
thing, I'll make sure they take you, And cuff you then put you In a prison so far Then make you a part Of a chain-gang that sings my song Then plead your
anger and pain And if I drop, then I'll explode like a fuckin grenade nigga Fuck calm, time to ring the alarm Breakin' niggas out of prison killin all
E, yo rest in peace To the dead money makers, rest in peace To my little cousin Shawn, rest in peace To the slang gang bangers, rest in peace [Chorus
people doused in denim livin' within' prison walls Comin' out the area where the twang bang Like a mix 'tween Shania Twain and a chain gang When you roam
Doin that federal shit Freak Freak, don't worry about nothin, man I've been down For oh so long Starin at these prison walls Same old song
me all the f-ck you want, Real n-ggas f-ck with me and I don't give a f-ck who don't, Lock the CEO up, And I'm the CEO f-ck, Prison in February and I
t even pronouce S.O.D. Money Gang, money keep stacking And I leaked every song and still went platinum Fruit Loops silly candy painted flavored cars You are a prisoner
like last Of my priority list This is the difference between me and them [Saigon:] Check New New Yiddy is back in full effect We the kind that don't throw gang
I slap on my Starter cap And step for a breath of fresh air I end up fillin up a questionnaire 'What's your name?' 'Where you're goin?' 'Yo, what gang
protect me from harm And for the death of my enemies first twelve, the hundred and forty third song I've been stabbed shot, went to sleep and woke up in prison
I want, Hate me all the fuck you want, Real niggas fuck with me and I don't give a fuck who don't, Lock the CEO up, And I'm the CEO fuck, Prison in February
pain And if I drop then I'll explode like a fuckin' grenade, nigga Fuck calm time to ring the alarm Break the niggas out of prison killin' all the guards
suit, unless you wanna jacked 'Cause in the '90s, y'all, these fools got a set of them thangs Where if you ain't wearin' a three-piece suit, you gotta gang
we promote it though songs and movies, banned the passion of the Christ, but endorse glocks and Uzis, then we wonder why are kids is dying, bullets flying, gangsta?s riding and gangs
The warden threw a party in the county jail. The prison band was there and they began to wail. The band was jumpin' and the joint began to swing. You
