Song by Xzibit/Juvenile/Nature/Ja Rule/Reptile<br /><br>
Yo', to my people doin' time<br>
Xzibit, Juvenile, y'all need to<br>
Wake up everybody<br>
Nature, Ja Rule, Reptile<br>
Come on, bring the heat<br>
<br>
Look, I made you mein<br>
Livin' in this house of pain<br>
Stuck with a thousand street hustlers down on they luck<br>
Repeat felons caught up with the def I was sellin'<br>
And for the past three months, yo' I could still hear<br>
my victims yellin'<br>
But I can't listen to my conscience, it's nonsense<br>
If I didn't shoot, I'd be the Indian in the suit<br>
In the box under the ground, fox-chased by the hound<br>
Like vermin and frown, Xzibit get down<br>
<br>
By liftin' iron by the pound for the tough individual<br>
Wanna run his mouth, throw some hands with the General<br>
Walk one day in the shoes of a criminal<br>
Def disease, keep your luxuries to a minimal<br>
I'm not talkin' 'bout weed, jewels, and Bentleys<br>
I'm talkin' about clean clothes, hot food, and Dentine<br>
See what I mean, livin' with the scum of the earth<br>
Hit with plenty of time towards just of life from the<br>
inside<br>
<br>
For every rhyme I write be 25 ta life<br>
<br>
You got me thug innocent, look I ain't do this s@#$<br>
You don't wanna hear my side, but you believe in that<br>
b@#$%<br>
You're makin' my nerves bad, I need to smoke me a Joe<br>
'Cause I know y'all ain't even thinkin' about lettin'<br>
me go<br>
Where my lawyer, in contempt, Juvenile ain't nothin'<br>
for ya<br>
Yo', go tell it to my mother and my father<br>
But they gon' cuss you out, so don't you even bother<br>
You know that b@#$% ain't right<br>
That b@#$% didn't see nuttin' 'cause it was dark at<br>
night<br>
But I guess us niggas look the same to y'all<br>
Passin' ?? like the game of ball<br>
This is my third felony, plus my third strike<br>
Man, I ain't goin' home, I got 25 ta life<br>
<br>
For every rhyme I write be 25 ta life<br>
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Q.U., New York<br>
You try to criticize me, I criticize you<br>
Been the same motherf@#$er since high school<br>
And he be that s@#$ light tool with crazy wattage<br>
Blankin' out, bought my first 8 ball for $80<br>
Learned who not to trust, grew up obnoxious<br>
Some niggas start to hate me, same time the boys in<br>
blue watch us<br>
Circlin' but they don't slow down<br>
Take you to court, think you seein' Judge Joe Brown<br>
They just actin', and he's throwin' Tyson back in<br>
Another year, f@#$in' with a nigga's career<br>
I cock back at you, bust in the air, give me space<br>
Beats with plenty bass, drink my Hennessy straight<br>
Till I earl out, Third World clout<br>
I'll take niggas hearts and turn killers into girl scouts<br>
Work of arts, Picasso's from the hydro roller/hustler<br>
CEO/retired soul<br>
<br>
For every rhyme I write be 25 ta life<br>
<br>
Kill or be killed, behind the wall, 40 days short<br>
Still the thought of murderer true to this sport<br>
I bang with the best ??? real criminals<br>
Now I'm in with these youngins lookin' to feel me out<br>
Hollarin' ¡®bout how they gon' hit on me now<br>
And this is real wild, bangin' before child<br>
New case, new trial, I don't give a f@#$<br>
I'm playin' the yard, I stick to my n@#s<br>
Ready to self-destruct, Lord, I don't wanna die<br>
Move about with your honor to hit me with 25<br>
I know the real recognize every hustle<br>
And die with niggas in the struggle, you feel me<br>
<br>
Oh, God, shells loaded<br>
In the summer I auto quoted a known cat, never voted<br>
Picture me on the scene huntin' for green<br>
Is like Mike Meyers trick-or-treatin' on Halloween<br>
Mash down in fatigues, servin' the fiends<br>
Kill or be killed, metal pipes under the sleeves<br>
In the city slicker, bust Tex, a buff says roughneck<br>
Love liquor and act figures<br>
Blood sport on the streets, no gloves<br>
Pullin' knives out the fridge, handin' out cold cuts, uh<br>
Street's real, thug, so recognize, thug<br>
Close your eyes, thug, you ¡®bout to die, thug<br>
Call up the President, I'm blowin' up your residence<br>
Spills acid on the corpse to clear the evidence<br>
Protestors outside screamin', "Freak out, he ??? up<br>
out it"<br>
SWAT teams is ready with the shotty<br>
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For every rhyme I write be 25 ta life<br>
Y'all need to<br>
Wake up everybody<br>
For every rhyme I write be 25 ta life<br>
Y'all need to<br>
Wake up everybody<br>
<br>
For all my people doin' time<br>
Keep your head up<br>
Wyclef, Jerry Wonder<br>
New millenium, new millenium, come on<br>
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