Handle your time lyrics

Artist  : Prince paul 
Song : Handle your time
 
 featuring  Kid Creole, Sadat X, Xzibit

[Convict 2/Sadat X]
Oh my goodness! Look what they sendin through
nowadays
Ah, it's a light-weight
And he got a smirk on his face like it's all of
that
Yeah, well we gone see what it is

[Convict 1/Xzibit]
What you in for, everything under the sun
Recently, got me first degree wit a hot gun
That's my third strike, so Xzibit can't go home
Fight to see Daylight like Sylvester Stallone
Don't ask too many questions nigga, keep that on
the d-low
My family might mistake you for an undercover C-O
Last one that tried didn't make it past bookin
Five times in the neck when everybody was lookin

[Convict 2/Sadat X]
You see the judge, but he don't budge
That's you're third felony, I believe strike
three
Remanded and stranded, to the cold steel granite
Lost to the world, your moms and your girl
Keep your weight up, or your ass get ate up
Cats is stickin, straight up
Wit the shank, get more time in the tank
Ask Hank, he bout to bank, killed a cop wit high
rank
They gave him life and now another cat is fuckin
his wife

[Convict 1/Xzibit]
Just because I'm locked down don't mean the
hustlin stop
Her-oine and beer joints twenty dollars a pop
You a new recruit, so today I'm lettin you slide
But tomorrow you'll be confronted wit the two's
in the side
If you a smart mothafucker, you'll be fallin wit
mine
Behind bars, no bitches and cars, we only got
time
We're I'm from, time is money and got neither to
waste
Once in a while catch a Cannanite in the wrong
place
BEAT HIM DOWN, break the strongest hand, piss in
his face
Strike fear, play the rear, 'fore he catchin a
case
Low-class, got a dozen free visitors pass
Plus the female C-Order wanna give me some ass

Chorus [Sadat X] 2x
This is your new home boss, where you survive at
all costs
And if you don't, well it's only your loss
You're only here cuz you tried to force and be
the boss, ha
Handle your time like a man yo

[Convict 1/Xzibit]
So it's my twenty-third birthday, drinkin brew-no
You know no matter what it take, we gotta
celebrate
Fuck stayin straight, hair braided by this Muslim
cat
Regulate the whole yard, now we got the straps
Niggas say 'Who the fuck is that?'
The X-Man, rowdy, gettin treated like the feds in
the county
 
Correctional facilities, basically you don't
wanna fuck wit these
Murders and felonies keep you company ('YEAH!')

[Convict 3/Kid Creole]
And yes y'all, come on in ('YEAH')
All you brand new heffer, sissy, soft booty-ass
shook niggas ('YEAH')
Yeah bitch, welcom to central booking ('YEAH')
A sleep-over for pimps, private hustlers
('YEAH'), drug slingers, and gun 
clappers
Even bitch-ass, shook-ass niggas ('YEAH') like
y'all
Get on your ?('YEAH'), get out the blood on your
?married character?
Kitten-ass faces ('YEAH'), niggas about to beat
you all down to the last stop 
*echoes*

[Convict 2/Sadat X]
I'm all good, as I telephone my hood
At first I was shook, tried to play by the book
But you can't bid your time by stayin in the cell
I'm gettin high everyday like I was still on the
corner
Where I'm in fat pink caps, New York to
California
Makin deals for mills, holdin cigarette lottos
Givin cats pills, and tell em 'Yo try those!'
Niggas try to scheme but my team is tight
We as shady as the night and bring fright to
sight
Hey you be aight, but don't act like a sucka
Ain't you ain't got to be the wildest mothafucker
Use control, put a cat in whole if he's broke
And let em know, I just wanna serve my time and
go
And flow, lay low, try to grab some dough
Aiyyo I ain't tryin to jail, somebody post my
bail

Chorus 

[Convict 2/Sadat X] (Convict 3/Kid Creole)
Yo man shhh, I need some new kicks man 	
(Oh what? Oh shut the fuck up!)
Somebody got some at least some money man (Nigga
what!) 
Or something man, I ain't get no letters man   
(You gone be my bitch tonight, what)
Niggas forgettin about me man				
(I'll poke y'all, don't come on the island)
Namsayin, supposed to be my crew			
(Don't be on the island when I get there)
Can't even make collect phone calls              

(Mothafucker, what ah um!)
Tryin to jam my collect calls now                
 
(You will be mines tonight mothafucker!)
Nobody ain't home, nobody wanna write me   (Mine
you hear me!) 
I ain't got nuttin to read, yaknamsayin		
(You'll be mine tonight mothafucker!)
Ain't nobody put no money on my book		
(Don't fall asleep tonight bitch!)
It's like I'm starvin in here
This ain't no fun