Tom: F minor•
Verse 1
Fm
Ab
Fm
Ab
I got popped, I was amazed,
phased and dazed
Fm
by the DEA's 12th gauge.
Ab
Fm
Task force got busy and got with me,
how could it happen,
Ab
Fm
somebody must have snitched on me.
Fm
and the doors just roll,
F
Fm
cell block just packed with
Fm
From 17 to 40 this is where we're at,
F
Fm
Ab
I can't un derstand why these
hoes holding us back.
CEOs steady tripping
Fm
and they got big guests,
Ab
but us niggas in a joint
don't buy this crap.
Cuz everybody's down,
Eb
Fm
but we don't sit together in a joint you're tough,
leather combat boots
Eb
Fm
And you're usually in
blue at 12 o 'clock.
Ab
No, you might eat red soup
Fm
Ab
Eb
Fm
Head to the day room to watch the two
Ab
some close to see motherfuckers
acting the fool over the TV
Fm
F
Fm
They want to watch so train,
F
Fm
Ab
but the niggas in the back
want a Chicago game
Eb
Fm
So what do we see we see a fight now?
F
Fm
My ride is pumped
Ab
and everybody is hyped
White boys gettin' rocked,
messes won't fight
Gb
Ab
Pullin' shanks on the nig ga,
Gb
Ab
they ain't seein' sight
Gb
Boys open bombs come and it's over,
Ab
right?
Wrong nigga, they get some too
Fm
Ab
But in the end they win,
Eb
Fm
you heard the scoop
Ab
Ten or twenty niggas in solitary
And you know damn well
Eb
Fm
it's involuntary
Ab
You might have five years
but you can do ten
Act a fool and get schooled
Fm
F
I don't like the pen,
Fm
Ab
but I'm locked down tight
Gb
Yeah, they got a nigga locked down tight
Ab
Fm
and a motherfucker
Ab
But it ain't shit, I'ma get out of this bitch
And when I tip, you straight stackin'
Eb
Fm
You shoulda caught me in the first place
Ab
The pen ain't shit to me
All these punk -ass bars on my dick
You see I'm spendin' pain
and money on a bitch
Fm
Ab
Motherfuckers gettin' raped,
turnin' gay
Ooh, I ain't got shit to say
Fm
Eb
But I'm fixin' to tell you
Ab
what's up with this shit, man
New day, I'm up, I'm aggravated CEO
Ab
standing screaming it's unrelated
Eb
Fm
Bullshit I'm bout to see in the mix
F
Fm
F
Fm
Ab
I won't quit, so get off my dick
Eb
Fm
I'm on 2 row in cell number 4
We call it close cause it deep
Ab
And I'm holding my own
Now it's about time to
Fm
F
hit the shower deep
Fm
And the first thing I witness
Damn, I thought he moved the gang
But the young dumb punk
puked salt on his face
Now that's another grown
man turned out
And without a doubt
he's suckin' dicks daily now
Eb
F
Givin' the lips quick, it's kinda sick
Fm
F
Fm
It's like watchin' a homo
Fm
And at the PC, Protective Custody
F
Fm
Ab
Con -drunk maggots,
claimin' and wantin' to be somethin' close to a woman
Fm
Ab
But all these bitches with these dicks
get bent when I throw them
Fm
I'm a gunslinger, I don't give a fuck
Ab
See a punk split his wig,
kick him in the gut
Popeye's a plump if I get stumped
Breakin' jaws, yes, y 'all,
I'll kill a muck
Suckers can't run, they gotta get flack
I'm 52, 87, 68, black
I'm the number, not a name
Eb
Fm
F
Simply trippin' on things
Fm
Cause a nigga's life has
Yes, sir, no, sir
Fm
I'm tired of this bullshit, I feel like explode
Ab
Escape in the grip, suicides in my mind
Eb
Fm
F
Fm
But fuck it, I'm too strong
F
Ab
to go out like a smoker
And I'm still locked down, tight
Eb
Fm
Right about now is when all you
Ab
motherfuckers know what time it is
So check it out as I take
you on a trip with me
Ab
Fm
Ab
peniten tiary
Here we go
In the pen, you gotta fuck
a fighter bust a 50
Ain't nothin' funny when it's
time to get nitty gritty
Gettin' dropped ain't a part of my plan
I'm throwin' right hooks
and followin' up with a blast
Eb
How can you accept my punishment?
Fm
F
Fm
Unless you're runnin' from it
Ab
you're gonna get done and
finished in the end
Fm
Ain't nobody movin' but me
you're getting A -G -G
Talking a lot of iron,
Fm
frustration won't leave
Ab
Until I got them young niggas set free
Fm
At the crib, chilling with the family deep
Ab
It's so damn hard trying to cope in the P
Fm
Ab
A thousand weeks to go
Fm
F
before a nigga hit the streets
Fm
Ab
They got a lot of crack on
the west side wing
Smokers paying money,
Fm
nothing but your dope fiend
Ab
Getting real high in the penzo
What in the hell,
they wanna go home, bro?
I'm seeing this shit and it's
hard to believe
Rehabilitation ends, the penitentiary
Now how can this be,
my celly smokin' some weed
Ab
Fm
Ab
I fucked a boss lady,
Fm
now she's payin' the seat
Penitentiary dick,
Shootin' nothing but your comm
Ab
Receivin' letters from the world
about the freak scene
Eb
My old girl keeps right, she wants to do me
Fm
Ab
The bitch say she's still cold,
true to me
Ab
Fm
I've been locked up too, I got more to go
Ab
I know she's fuckin', so fuck the hoe
Cause I'm locked down, tight
Eb
Fm
Ab
this is how it goes in the penitentiary
Ab
I'm aggravated, frustrated,
Fm
but these hoes ain't gon'
dominate a nigga like the C
Ab
Bitch, y are terrifying shit,
you're making me harder
than a motherfucker
Fm
Ab
I'm talking to the youngster out there
Fm
Ab
slinging and banging, remaining a fuck -up
All the bad motherfuckers are dead,
Ab
Fm
Ab
But you don't hear it through
As I sit on my bunk,
I start to think about my mother
Ab
I love her dearly, I'd do anything for her
Ab
I know she's mad upset and frustrated
Ab
Ab
cause her first born son
Ab
is left behind some gangsta men
I could be at the crib cutting the grass,
Fm
Ab
washing the car and
getting A's in class
But I chose them roads in the fast lane,
Fm
F
Fm
nothing but cocaine mak
Fm
Mama said son, slow down please,
F
Fm
but it went on my ear
Ab
and I was headed for the streets
Ab
Coming up like Tony Montana fool,
Ab
was the only thing I ever intended to do
But then, I got popped,
Ab
I was amazed, phased and dazed
by the D .A.'s 12th gauge.
Task Force got busy and got with me.
How could it happen?
Ab
Somebody must have snitched on me.
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