Key: F minor•
Verse 1
Fm
Ab
Fm
Ab
I got popped, I was amazed,
phased and dazed
Ab
Fm
Task force got busy and got with me,
how could it happen,
Ab
Fm
somebody must have snitched on me.
F
Fm
cell block just packed with
F
Fm
Ab
I can't un derstand why these
hoes holding us back.
CEOs steady tripping
don't buy this crap.
Cuz everybody's down,
Eb
Fm
but we don't sit together in a joint you're tough,
leather combat boots
Eb
Fm
And you're usually in
blue at 12 o 'clock.
Fm
Ab
Eb
Fm
Head to the day room to watch the two
acting the fool over the TV
Fm
F
Fm
They want to watch so train,
F
Fm
Ab
but the niggas in the back
want a Chicago game
Eb
Fm
So what do we see we see a fight now?
F
Fm
My ride is pumped
White boys gettin' rocked,
messes won't fight
Gb
Ab
Pullin' shanks on the nig ga,
Gb
Ab
they ain't seein' sight
Ab
right?
Wrong nigga, they get some too
Fm
Ab
But in the end they win,
Eb
Fm
you heard the scoop
And you know damn well
Eb
Fm
it's involuntary
but you can do ten
Act a fool and get schooled
Fm
F
I don't like the pen,
Fm
Ab
but I'm locked down tight
Ab
Fm
and a motherfucker
Ab
But it ain't shit, I'ma get out of this bitch
And when I tip, you straight stackin'
Eb
Fm
You shoulda caught me in the first place
All these punk -ass bars on my dick
You see I'm spendin' pain
and money on a bitch
Fm
Ab
Motherfuckers gettin' raped,
turnin' gay
Ooh, I ain't got shit to say
Fm
Eb
But I'm fixin' to tell you
New day, I'm up, I'm aggravated CEO
Eb
Fm
Bullshit I'm bout to see in the mix
F
Fm
F
Fm
Ab
I won't quit, so get off my dick
Eb
Fm
I'm on 2 row in cell number 4
We call it close cause it deep
Now it's about time to
Fm
F
hit the shower deep
Damn, I thought he moved the gang
But the young dumb punk
puked salt on his face
Now that's another grown
man turned out
And without a doubt
he's suckin' dicks daily now
Eb
F
Givin' the lips quick, it's kinda sick
Fm
F
Fm
It's like watchin' a homo
F
Fm
Ab
Con -drunk maggots,
claimin' and wantin' to be somethin' close to a woman
Fm
Ab
But all these bitches with these dicks
get bent when I throw them
kick him in the gut
Popeye's a plump if I get stumped
Breakin' jaws, yes, y 'all,
I'll kill a muck
Suckers can't run, they gotta get flack
I'm 52, 87, 68, black
I'm the number, not a name
Eb
Fm
F
Simply trippin' on things
Yes, sir, no, sir
Fm
I'm tired of this bullshit, I feel like explode
Eb
Fm
F
Fm
But fuck it, I'm too strong
F
Ab
to go out like a smoker
And I'm still locked down, tight
Eb
Fm
Right about now is when all you
So check it out as I take
you on a trip with me
Ab
Fm
Ab
peniten tiary
Here we go
In the pen, you gotta fuck
a fighter bust a 50
Ain't nothin' funny when it's
time to get nitty gritty
Gettin' dropped ain't a part of my plan
I'm throwin' right hooks
and followin' up with a blast
Fm
F
Fm
Unless you're runnin' from it
finished in the end
you're getting A -G -G
Talking a lot of iron,
Fm
At the crib, chilling with the family deep
Ab
It's so damn hard trying to cope in the P
Fm
Ab
A thousand weeks to go
Fm
F
before a nigga hit the streets
Fm
Ab
They got a lot of crack on
the west side wing
Smokers paying money,
What in the hell,
they wanna go home, bro?
I'm seeing this shit and it's
hard to believe
Rehabilitation ends, the penitentiary
Now how can this be,
my celly smokin' some weed
Ab
Fm
Ab
I fucked a boss lady,
Penitentiary dick,
Shootin' nothing but your comm
about the freak scene
Eb
My old girl keeps right, she wants to do me
Fm
Ab
The bitch say she's still cold,
true to me
Ab
Fm
I've been locked up too, I got more to go
Cause I'm locked down, tight
Eb
Fm
Ab
this is how it goes in the penitentiary
dominate a nigga like the C
you're making me harder
than a motherfucker
Fm
Ab
I'm talking to the youngster out there
Fm
Ab
slinging and banging, remaining a fuck -up
All the bad motherfuckers are dead,
Ab
Fm
Ab
But you don't hear it through
As I sit on my bunk,
I start to think about my mother
Ab
I love her dearly, I'd do anything for her
Ab
Ab
cause her first born son
I could be at the crib cutting the grass,
Fm
Ab
washing the car and
getting A's in class
But I chose them roads in the fast lane,
Fm
F
Fm
nothing but cocaine mak
F
Fm
but it went on my ear
But then, I got popped,
by the D .A.'s 12th gauge.
Task Force got busy and got with me.
How could it happen?
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TunerE A D G B E
ChordsFm Ab F Eb Gb
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