Fresh out of Jail chords by Spitta

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Verse 1
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Million Dollar Insurance Policy
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N .W .A. Niggas
With Ammunition
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That Boy Spit Guy Fresh Outta Jail
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The Mixtape Fresh Outta Jail
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Ain't Been Home A Week
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Voided With A Beam On The Side
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Can't Afford Another Targ
But A Nigga Still Trapped Like The Streets
Got Me In A Steel Trap Down
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Ain't been home a week,
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right back in these streets
My bitch on my back,
what we supposed to eat?
Where we supposed to stay at,
and where we supposed to sleep?
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I'm fresh out   of jail,
I'm right back on these streets
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Man, I ain't been home a week,
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I'm right back in these streets
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That's all a nigga know,
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that's how a nigga eat
Man, I sleep when I die, rest ain't for me
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A 40 with a beam on it,
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that's how I have the beef
I'm always doing shit
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I ain't supposed to do
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So on    trip when I got a long jostle
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do you ever lost
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everybody that was close to you?
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I know I don't boy boy I'm
always doing shit.
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ain't supposed to do
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so on trip when I got a long jostle
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do you ever lost?
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Everybody that was close to you.
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I     know how you feel my nigga.
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Toast to you funny
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bread wholesome to
Drinks on us, we the toaster crew
She grab the phone and call her brother,
what he supposed to do?
Send him if you wanna,
I'ma send him to the upper room
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I'm   eatin' but I'm still hungry
when the supper through
You ain't real, up in jail,
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they was fuckin' you
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I'm a gun collector, I up him too
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Take  a nigga out the game
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like a substitute
This ain't a fruit fight,
but I'm clutchin' fruit
Banana clips, dressed in monkey suit
She told me get a job
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Or go to school, you don't run   my life,
bitch, I do what I wanna do
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I ain't been home a week,
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right back in these streets
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My bitch on my back,
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what we supposed to eat?
What we supposed to stay at,
and what we supposed to sleep?
F#m 
I'm fresh out   of jail,
I'm right back on these streets
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Man, I ain't been home a week,
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I'm right back in these streets
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That's all a nigga know,
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that's how a nigga eat
Man, I sleep when I die, rest ain't for me
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A boy that with a beam  on it,
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that's how I have the beef
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Two years behind bars,
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it was all worth it
Big Foyter with a beam,
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this bitch all perfect
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Two gun charges, but I still pack it
My trap phone and track phone,
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but they can't track it
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I was up in jail, readin' my mail
Probation and parole hold,
didn't have a bail
Now I'm free and I'm
smokin' the ale
Mixed the lean and orange soda,
keen in the kale
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The   police kicked my door in
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and started raising hell
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They  got excited when they
found the rod
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and turned the scale
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I'm   looking down, I'm like,
I don't care about going to jail
I'm in that water like a whale,
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take me to my cell
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Got the central booking,
what a familiar smell
Before I let a nigga play me, I'll do a L
Put me in that old building,
any line but L
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I don't like that new building,
but that's where I fell
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Ain't been home a week,
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right back in these streets
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My bench on my back,
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what we supposed to eat?
What we supposed to stay at?
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And what we supposed to sleep?
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I'm fresh out   of jail,
I'm right back on these streets
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Man, I ain't been home a week,
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I'm right back in these streets
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That's all a n***a know,
that's how a n***a eat
Man, I sleep when I die, rest ain't for me
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A boy that with a beam  on it,
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that's how I handle beef
Ain't been home a week,
right back in these streets
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My bench on my back,
what we supposed to eat?
Where we supposed to stay at?
And where we supposed to sleep?