I'm serving time All for a crime I did commit You want the truth? You know I'd do it all again Left for dead Heaven is only in my head! I heard a voice
i'm serving time all for a crime i did commit you want the truth? you know i'd do it all again left for dead heaven is only in my head (in my head) x
?give us the names and you can leave this bitch" I cant believe this shit What in the hell?! If that?s the only way out then you can show me my cell
classic Layin' in traffic, shiftin' gears in the automatic Tryin' to get past this old couple in a Maverick Beepin' my horn at 'em, flickin' on my hazards G. callin' me, on his cell
suckers wish that they never went to Wharton This ain't no small business like the Hair Club for Men In the Fortune 500 well I'm in the top ten Now I'm talkin' on the cell
crib. It was good to finally see them, So I asked them how they been [fine] They answered fine, but worried about the changing time I served them tea
a thugged out homey, I know so well It started way back, when I was a teen In the hood, on the corner, slangin' dope to fiends Had the little stash that could serve
niggas fail Shit you gotta feel like it's only read in braille Both did the crime but his homie didn't tell So he f-cking bitches while he sitting lonely in a cell
Told me that I didn't have the right to bite I said, "Your wife looks just like a fat blue grouper" Sittin' in my aqua blue jail cell, didn't have my
're a Maytag Spent the next two years as a undercover fag Being used and abused to serve like hell 'Til one day you was found hung dead in your cell
mathematics, a eighth, an O, a key And the caliber on your rack, shit The inmate number, the centerfolds for measurement Is close as a coed cell come
to keep it true Relax your mind with the music You know what we do, you know what we do Sit back and vibe with this true shit Well, I be arrangin' thoughts in my brain cell
right here For this little African right here to have a future I'm a dead motherfucker Wake up, jumped out my bed Hung in a two man cell wit
wants me to work No resting, no lazy These excuses, how they served me so well They've kept me safe They've kept me stoic They've kept me locked in my own cell
On July the second Nineteen and fifty-three I was serving time in Tahatchopee Four o'clock in the morning I was sleepin' in my cell I heard a whistle
that fresh pair of locs (Pig Squeel) Im that nigga with that fresh pair of locs (Pig Squeel) Sucka Boom, Mass murderer You eva herd of a rap burgular? Ima serv
a.k.a. Dr. Dooom Straight out of solitary, I got the block locked down Transfer me to conquer in the Pelican Bay You don't wanna step in my cell, I eat
you get popped off, have some fun 9 times outta 10 you escape when you run But if you can't get away then toss the gun You'll be seein' that county cell