, I don't need a jury Nothing standing in my way, like nothings my security Back to my journey, that bullshit don't concern me I knew I was going to jail
you in my show That i see a serial killer(outside,banging outside) Gangsta and some dangerous people That you talk when you get back Get back and
, I do not know of what you speak" Then he grabbed me roughly by the collar And he flung me sprawling out into the street There were days in the jail
them back then Now I still recall our first big fight When you bailed me out of jail that night You and I had a dream It was us against them back then
'm not Bowzer Mom, please put back the bell-bottom Brady Bunch trousers But if you don't want to I can live with that but You gotta put back the double
Ran out of ammo and started, throwin' bottles Runnin' and I ain't lookin back for shit Crooked ass bitch, today I get you back for this I'll get you back
yourself go (Time is passin' 'til the cops come) Big beef, big beefin' with the Mistress (On and on and on and on and on and on and) Over the backs of
are real cool hell on them quir fools since back in high school we was true me and you only part that seperated affilead with ganbaners and still made it up in the jail
in a bit of a jam Seems like Bristal got his back up against the wall Well, let's see how Rob B.O. handles this one Bad boys watch ya backs, watch ya backs
love two things my family, my music Might co-write and produce it Drop mine, hot 9 exclusive, got y'all hulking like Bruce did Deuce it, break backs
[Chester Bennington] Together we made it We made it even though we had our backs up against the wall [Busta Rhymes:] See you survived the worst but
a half on my lap Plus I got half of the task on my back They ain't got nuttin but time, the f-k is that I'd rather be in jail then broke, this s-t is
a half on my lap Plus I got half of the task on my back They ain't got nuttin but time, the fuck is that I'd rather be in jail then broke, this shit
', yeah Dreamin', yeah, dreamin', yeah Born September 28, my life far from great No food on the table, so we far from steak But I'm so close to jail,
this boy Slim Shady What's goin' on? They'll lock you away They'll put you in a jail cell I promise Take your mother's warnin', Roman please Back to
and 2 cops'll fall The lines on the highway, I'm makin' my mind drift away To my last jail stay 5 years for a 459 I'm never going back, no matter what
number one An expert with a rifal and also a gun Three weeks on the beat and his weak nerves crack And fires four warning shots into a kid's back KILLERS
out to my Manager George I thought you how to be a player, and you're doin' well To the crime crew, good to see y'all out of jail An' y'all are all players, remember back