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
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
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
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
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
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
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
1815, Toulon, France. The chain gang, overseen by brutal warders, works in the sun.] Prisoners Look down, look down Don't look 'em in the eye Look down
is strong It's hot as hell below [PRISONER] Look down, look down, There's twenty years to go [CONVICT TWO] I've done no wrong! Sweet Jesus, hear my prayer! [PRISONERS
hot, ya hooks is wack Check Feds magazine, see me cover the back Yo I outpar Rich Porter, AZ, Gangsta Lou And that nigga Tone Capone O.T., yo you know nigga phone on roam Gangsta
miss (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
TIMES) CHECK THIS OUT DONT MOVE I HOLD YOU LIKE A SLOW GROVE IN MY MIND AND MY SOUL IMA BREAK RULES GETTA NEW CREW IT'S SOMETHING LIKE THE COYOTE GANG