Momma momma, i know i sellin?this marijuana. god, i do what i wanna, but, God, they won give me a job. i scream and i holla, and even tried to stop the cops, blocked my getaway (can stop me.) i know i sellin?chop chops, god, when they send me away, on these hill Waitin?for drama, ause i skinny. the streets may be hideous, but the heat was pretty. pitty, many died, city-wide, where we ride, out to the nitty gritty, slide thru the system of lies. stri Of my pride, i don think ia make it alive. ause if i do, il be institutionalized, thugged out ever since pac died. i know what thugs is all about, make a suckaphice for christ. these mot Kas never could kill me twice ... and crackpipes on the playground...playground...playground...playground...playground
Before i go ... now, before i go to jail, dog, hell naw! don let m put me in the cell, lord. praise god.
As i sit in this jail cell, hell, readin?the mail mama sent to me, i can tell she gettin?weary. where my daddy at? i don give a fuck! nigga, don call me when this money stacks, duckin?the ki Everyday! where the love at? bone thugs, brand new. i always been with god, but is god withoo? i keep hearin? these voices, heaven or hell are my choices, and sinister poinsens on my soul and Ssey was the ointment (hennessey!) satan still the enemy, never been no friend of me, especially in the fast lane. i can pretend to be an angel when i only a servant, constant in service t One and only, undisputed with common certousy. none of yll could have been worse than me. i sold thangs that i ain proud of, i won even mention the power. see, the hour gettin? nearer, F i died today, i died a happy man. god bless the family!
Before i go ... now, before i go to jail, dog, hell nah! don let m put me in the cell, lord. praise god.
Damn, nobody sent me twenty dollars, and my baby mama scared to kiss me, you don miss me. i don blame her, i may be the b. family keep on dissin?me, and got a letter, i hopin?to die qu . hopin?to die swiftly. ia take all of these niggas with me. they keep on temptin?me, and the warden wonder why i don cry, ause they sentenced me five hundred and twenty years, what the fu Five mo? what am i here fo? ause i was blastin?at the five-0. little brother been blowin?up, my niggas growin?up. throwin?up gang signs, and i was prayin?at the same time. i tell m slow it Ell nah! then don you wind up in this hellhole. if i could do it all again, but now, i becomming a man! learnin?in prison, all these criminals, yll don know how the fuck they livin? but givin?up, readin?the bible everyday, and only god can save me, il be brave!
Before i go ... now, before i go to jail, dog, hell naw! don let m put me in the cell, lord. praise god