Gee



Stepping Up Out Of My Cell



With Santos And County Blues Handcuffs And Shackles



Gonna Ride Up On That Grey Goose,



Coming Out Of A Case



Cos I Was Strapped With My Nines



They See These Drawers That Im Wearing



Muthafuckas Aint Mine Nigga



Excuse Me Homie Can I Hit That Mista



Niggas Blowing Up In The While A Toilet Tissue



Aint This A Bitch Some Niggas Are Scared To Here



Fool I'm With It



So Phone Check



Nigga Get The Fuck Off The Line



Before I Stick Your Ass In Here And Have To Do Some More Timeplayer



Want To Give Me The Strap Cos I Was Strapped With A Glock



I Guess I Got To Sit My Black Ass Right There And Get Shot See



Fool



But Fool It Aint No Going Out



See I Keep Scoring Clout



And Show These Niggas What Im All About



See Niggas Screaming From Cell To Cell



Snitches Dont Tell A Party In Hell A Santa Rita County Jail



Everytime I Turn Around Everytime I Look



Im Considered To Be A Murderer A Crook,



I Lea Shook The World Im Gonna Shake My Homies Hand



Three In The Morning Dressed In Blue Once Again



My Size Ten Rest Upon The Concrete Floor



Heads Bob Real Slow To A Freestyle Flow



I Dont Know



This Masterplan



Cant Understand Why There's More Black Folks In Jail Than Japenese In



Japan



But Err My Eyes Pink



Sitting Upon That Bunk



Thinking About Them Tickets



Choking Up On That Funk Chunk



Withca A Snicker From My Commisary Bank



Sunday Monday Came Fool Im Out This Home Change



But It Makes Me Think The Systems Treating Us Like A Merry Go Round



One Day You're Chilling At Home



The Next You Headed Down



Sam Peace To My Hounds In The County In The Pen



Once Again Its A Santa Rita Weekend



Chorus