25-2-life lyrics

Artist  : Rappin' 4-tay 
Song : 25-2-life
 
 Welcome to San Quentin Prison Westblock
And you don't run a motherfuckin' thang in here
So shut the fuck up and keep your eyes facin' the
wall
My name is Lt. I Don't Give A Fuck
Now stretch

I just got of the grey goose
Hear at San Quentin Westblock, I hear they be
gettin' loose
So allow me to scope the scene out
And find my folks, relatives, real playaz, I know
they turnin' it out
Slangin' them thangs, police pop and now wit a
glock
I'm lookin' for that buster, that truster who be
callin' them shots
Cause he's the same sucker who got my folks stuck
Fool, he didn't give a fuck, so why should I give
a fuck?
Revenge is a motherfucker, Imma be that sucker
ducker
Creepin' wit my until blade you feel that mother
All up in your testikels I turn you in to a
vegetable
Dissect that ass, yeah something
extra-terrestrial
Cause it's a different ballgame behind these
walls
And if ya soft than all the niggas gone get them
drawz
And take ya manhood, you can't have it back silly
rabbit
Now you gone call up your bitch 
And tell her they turned you into a faggot

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Ya best ta think twice, cause it ain't nathen
nice
What you wanna do, one of them foolz wit
25-2-Life
And if ya never did time before
That means you keep it legit, makin' it smooth
Handlin' business, stay on your toes

Man, they got me in this orange jumpsuit
I'm goin' crazy as hell, live in a cell, sippin'
cup of noodle soup
I know they think a nigga's gone insane
Because I stood at this funny style motherfucker
...
 
He was out to get me first, I just happened to
get him quicker
A victim of circumstances, plus my blade was much
thicker
You wanna be gangsters behind these walls it's so
much drama
I done seen the hardest nigga switch up and call
home to momma
There's really no guarantee you make it to
society
So all you perpetrator gonna find out what you
wanna be
Just a few words, some game plus a little advice
I got from my O.G. in the pen servin' the
25-2-Life

Chorus

I hear you claim to be the hardest induvidual
Can't nobody fade you, your mentality is more
like criminal
Whenever there's drama or funk they say you
handle the static
Yeah, you tha man, you and that fully automatic
Stepped up and swept up every turf wit
disagreements
And every bitch that havin' a bowl of some of
that ...
But ain't it a shame you can only travel across
the streets to the store
They don't even trust you and that mother cause
you robbed it before
Got you a sack of that yack and snored it, and
snored it up
Than robbed another nigga the cut cause you
didn't give a fuck
Everybody is blessed wit tha devil, he be a
motherfucker
Get him off your back, get 'em off yo back before
you kill your brother
On some of that kokane shit gets crazy I done
seen it
Waked up the next day talkin' bout man I really
didn't mean it
Lost all your love and all your trust, somebody
is fuckin' your wife
You shot that nigga, that's why you servin'
25-2-Life

Chorus