(Xzibit)
Been here four years,
eleven months and twenty- nine hot ones
One more day and I'm a free
man walkin
Leavin from be hind these gates, I paid
my debt to the state
And ever since they took
the weights
Wasn't much for a nigga
to do but start thinkin
Wishin I was back home drinkin
every weekend
Remember like it's yesterday,
eight- teen and?
I can't remember the letters
I just wrote a lot of them
Goin for a ride that I cannot stop
Set up shop in Cochran, connect the dots
And for those that don't know,
thats the Pen- East to Fresno
Northeast to Baskersfield, fuck
"Let's Make a Deal"
Livin around niggaz who kill,
right along with the niggaz who will
At the drop of a hat,
sharpen up anything hard to stab you with that
Niggaz givin up the manhood
they can't get back
It's a sick university,
murder the cirriculum
Concrete campuses, I miss
Los Angeles
More than that I'm missin
my kids
Missin my turf, missin my bitch,
what could be worse?
Shouldn't have asked that, called
the bitch collect (It's Xzibit)
Some nigga picked up,
wanted to break her neck
When kites slide up under your door,
you slide them back
Cause when you pick em up an d read em
that's where you're at
And if you ain't rollin with that
then watch your back
Level four right away,
gettin hit the same day
Playin the price for the games
you play
Never realize how precious time is
til you give it away
Can't remember
what a t- bone taste like
I stayed awake nights listening
to the sounds of prison life
Motherfuckers cryin,
shanks gettin sharpened
Tacs gettin taced up, plottin and talkin
Sellin everything from weed to
blow
When it's time for you to go
you're the last to know
Niggaz holdin weight,
essays got the power
Locked down,
one shower every seventy- two hours
Top ramen, tuna,
trigger happy sharpshooters
Waitin for the jump off, can't
wait to thump off
Had to smash a nigga readin
my shit
Tryin to intercept my outside
and write my bitch
I seen niggaz sleep for weeks,
get too weak
And then physically and mentally
cannot compete
Find new shit to master,
make the time move faster
Home sweet home,
shipped off to Land Caster
Kept a low pro,
close to home and I'm trippin
Time to catch up with all the shit that
I been missin
Everybody runnin they mouth, pussy
to count
Cause bitches in Cali love
niggaz thats freshed out
But some of these niggaz on swipe
Gettin out with the virus caught
from the nigga he liked
Fuck that,
when I touch back I got plans
If I can't rock the powder,
rock the fans
Give my naked pictures away,
shake some hands
Hope I never seen none of you
motherfuckers again
On all times take the long walk
to the front gate
Dress out expandin shit,
today my release date
(Talking)
(X) Alright my niggaz, I'm gone,
see you in da outs dog, woo!
(G) What's up nigga
(X) Yeah, what's up nigga
(G) Hey get in the car, my nigga, sup X?
Here goes ya motherfuckin chain nigga
Luck y I didn't pawn
that motherfucker
(X) Ha, yeah right
Check it out dog, every
body know that you just got out
That shit was all on the radio
But dig it I got two strippin bitches
Just flew in from
motherfuckin Las Vegas
Ready to get down and dirty, I got a pound of weed,
got on the Hennessy
Everybody at the club waitin, what you
wanna do?
(X) Take me to the motherfuckin studio