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
! What Are You Doing? Umm Will You Come And Pick Me Up Righ` Now? Oh I Can`t Pick You Up Right Now I`m Busy I Gotta Go Uh Record A Song Right Now I
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
Fresh in High School, fresh with that freedom. You know explorin' the streets nigga) Lovely Daze like this, I miss I miss (You know, takin' no prisoners
'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
no more Buck shots in the air like you ready for war [Chorus] [Verse 3: Ill Bill] We don?t die, we multiply This song was not made to glorify gang
ridin' by More like all the way up, we ain't kinda high We more than fly, introduce you to the gang members That's taylor, like blood, no gang members
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
the idol accomplice october seventeen yellowed postcards from the front nothing else! Now the time of the law kills love songs written by the soul but the gangs
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
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