BONE BROTHERS - Prisoner lyrics

rate me

I keep it poppin in the city and it's harder than the column

Lock it, if not then we gon' do it with the quickness, and the holy 'ah

Swifter with the thought, is they slippery, liberty or not?

I'm stuck up in the prison, religion, and do you see the cause?

Hatin in the temple, we got it, is you ready or not?

As-Salaam Alaikum, can't break 'em unless the hatin stops

Clockin in the nation, wanted my presence in the séance

God, I'm a play on, mosiac, don't even say it

Okay, no way, 55, no ways

That's the way we play, all day, all day

Christ, slice the diamonds in the knife

Yes, B.B. I'm the best, most definitely

Hefty, the water is so maximum, then holla back at 'em

"You got 'em Daddy? " We gon' mash on 'em (mash on 'em)

Ghetto harmony, the army in the faction of the masses

Mob Life, Soprano, my nigga with no apples

Baby chill, you know that you gon' be all right

And everything is tight, stars in the sky and a little of the moonlight

Ride to the rhythm of a prisoner

Ride to the rhythm of a prisoner

Okay I'll do it for the money, the chains and the bracelets

Caddy coupes and the Maybach too, daily I be chasin it

Nigga I'm impatient with it, all the time I'm tryin to get it

All about perfect timin, dig it? I'm a giant, you a midget

I could talk or show my digits, put that on my love

You talk about it, we live it, put that on my thug

We thugged out niggaz, from the St. Clair area

Still got bank that's buried up, these motherfuckers is scared to touch

Rush up on a nigga with the wig split still

Even though these niggaz sue I gotta keep it real

For the house up on the hill, I murda murda kill

That there is where I live, up there we do it big

Protected by Jesus, stand back, back

Artillery shops so stacked up; I be waitin for a nigga to act up

My ride down's a smooth one, these guns man I use them

Most times I got two guns, I'm a burst and I'm a fool son

Now what are you thinkin about, leavin me stranded, I didn't plan it

Fresh Ralph Laurens, umbrellas to limos, still standin

Check the watch baby, wait, I must do business alone

Give me problems when I come home, now you in the zone

I'm makin love, let you know it's the choices of a dove

Who hardcore? Genesis baby, this is the cov'

Second God and give me immaterial love fo' sho'

No Eve, not an angel in sight, baby you know

When it's over then it's over, you can put it on, oh

There they go, watchin mental where your spirit and soul

Never been married and my brother's been murdered, but momma boast{? }

Close the case, then we gone, spend eternity with the Lord

No sentence, no repentance, just clean clothes in the ward

Huh, we in the yard, Allahu Akbar give me the swords

Slap skins with the homie, watchin my mother and child

Worship no cow, Thug love, baby you know my style