You know I never was no choir boy Ya folks got a gang of priors
Maybe that's why the one time's be triflin Tryin to
give a young nigga thirty five to life When I ain't even
done nothin wrong off icer I have no in fo to offer ya He asked
my name so I came off the brain Told him "I'm John Doe and
this is my hoe Jane" He said "Smart mouth nigga don't make
me do ya" Put my thumbprint in his high tech computer My name
came back with a warrant, felo-nies Now they got me down-town,
spread my anus Buttock, I'm like, "What the FUCK is it
now?" He said, "You robbed a liquor store; we know where, when
and how" It's foul, they got a nigga to' up from the,
flo' up My mom, in the courtroom lookin like she bout to
throw up It's a strong armed robbery, strapped in the
commision at my pre-trial conference, D.A. had a proposition He
said if I lose at trial I'd get the ? with the L on top but
take the deal he'd give me five with havin most of the
charges dropped Hopped on the deal quicker than blast, and said
"I admit that, but two and a half ain't bad I got getback"
They sentenced me to five, two I gotta bring It's only
strike one swing, batta batta swing Chorus: It's
one-eight-seven on the D.A., cause they ain't tryin to give
a young motherfucker no leeway Yes yes... y'all
One-eight-seven on the whole courtroom, motherfuck em all You
better swing, batta batta swing Cause once you get your third
felony, your fifty years you gotta bring It's a deadly game
of baseball So when they try to pull you over 1 - shoot em in the
face y'all 2 - shoot em in his face y'all 3 - take em
on a chase y'all Fresh out the pen, unrehabili-tated Doin
hella good, and my P.O. hates it Hates Dick, she's a dyke
lesbian bitch Can't wait to violate for me for some petty
ass shit I gotta get a job, so I'm fillin out applications
Fightin the temptation, to slang nightshift, uhh Minimum wage
don't get it, five bucks a hour don't cut it, man I
ain't widdit So fuck it, I went and struck it rich, on the
dope sack My homie gave me two, and told me to bring a fo'
back Now it's time for me to start havin thangs I flips me
a Coupe and painted it candy-apple green It gleams, clear coat
sprayed on thickly Fools out to get me cause my shit is lookin
sticky I'm at the club and I can feel them suckers scopin
I'm knowin they plottin on me, but I'm still hopin
that they won't fry me, unless they wanna die They will be,
drippin more blood, than Mrs. Simpson was Sho' nuff,
ain't no bluff, here them suckers come Got me reachin up
under the panel to handle the forty-four caliber gun, uhh Spun
his ass around with one of the fat Magnum rounds Got him on the
ground makin funny sounds, ohh I got a problem, witnesses ten
Positive identifa-cation Chorus On swoll in the pen, cellmates
with X-Raided Now I'm on parole, five years later The Bo
loc is ready to have me a ball Fuck my P.O., I'm goin AWOL
And you all can suck this dick, I'm sick and tired of goin
through all this bitch-made shit I got two strikes right now as
we speak, and peep I'm not bout to let you motherfuckers
do, me I'm petty with a prior, will buy your fate With
Wilson in the office, you gets no date So I'm putting all
my belongings on Greyhound bus #22 Bound to another state, me
and my crew Unpacked my shit, stacked my grip California and
Pete Wilson can suck my dick! And if you didn't already
know, that you couldn't trust his ass, just look how he did
Polly Klass Used her death, and her family's name so he can
yank more votes, and political fame It's a shame, that
I'm the one they say is a monster Juvenile delinquent,
steppin out of sync with but FUCK THAT, I ain't goin out,
like a punk That ain't my style, rip him from his asscrack
to hit nutsacks now, they wanna kill a nigga like me I blast one
blast two that's strike three Chorus
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