[Jadakiss]
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Spittin the real for all my niggas in prison
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Whether twenty-five to life or skid biddin
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Should've restrained, some of us change and some of us don't
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Most of them kill but some of them won't
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Niggas is big, niggas is small, but all of them brawl
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It could happen during rec or while you makin a call
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One T.V. for the Ricans, other one for the Blacks
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Only cowards get son'ed for the jack
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Only cowards get talked to greasy and be mumblin back
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But me, I grab the banger, I don't care about size
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Hope the whole block watch when I tear out your eyes
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C/O pullin the pin, turtles is comin
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But before I hit the box dog, I'm murderin somethin
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Thick is thick, frail is frail
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Make sure that my name ring bells wheneva I'm in jail
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It's the belly of the beast, bottom of hell
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[Chorus]
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Some niggas make it home and some niggas stay for life
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Some niggas grind wit swords and some niggas find in Christ
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Some niggas live for peace and some niggas live for rec
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You can even stay on the humble or you can have a fight till the death
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[Styles]
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Five [?] two-hundred
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And too blunted for the bullshit
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Comin through the yard on some bullshit
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Call my girl collect, she ain't accept
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Left my man wit ten birds, he ain't connect
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Everybody actin funny, like I ain't comin home
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My laywer is Jewish, my money is long
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You know that it's on
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Two cells down, got cut in the back
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Fucked in the shower for hustling crack
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This shit is for real, you grippin your steel
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Weighin the odds, you King or you Crip
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Blood or you God, Muslin or neutral
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A buck-fifty is real, but a body is crucial
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Cause jail turn boys to men, some men to bitches
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This the place where they end your wishes
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Ain't no more pussy or money
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Just some crackers and the bunch of coward niggas that'll look at you funny
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I should've [?] and book em and took a few dummies
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[Chorus]
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[Styles]
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Nobody wanna die in jail
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Wit they blood and they guts all around they cell
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Only two ways to live, ride or tell
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I ain't never say a word, Mafia rules
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You know the P go to commissary, rockin his jewels
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New Nikes and a walkman, lookin for news
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To bring weed in they ass, chills got me stressed
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and I'm thinking those days I used to breeze on the Ave
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Poppin in the Benz, now I'm in the state
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and I'm locking up at 10, wakin up at 8
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Twenty sets of tens then I take it to the weights
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Niggas getting big, if I can't appeal, I'ma bring it to the pigs
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Grab the ice pick and bring it to they ribs
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Leave em wit a scare, from they belly to the jibs
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I know I'm gonna die but I still gonna ride and blame God that I live
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[Chorus x2]
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Some Niggas
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The LOX |