Concrete Hell

5th Ward Boyz

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    [intro]
    This is for all ma motherfucking niggaz that's in thepenitentiary
    all the ma motherfucking niggaz that's on the row
    all the ma motherfucking niggaz that trying to get muthafuckinbail,
    that aint born with the muthafucking police
    I aint born in the muthafucking penitentiary coz a niggaescaped
    this for all them muthafucking niggaz who on that muthafuckingprivacy union
    all the real gh niggaz on the Darington unioun
    and real murdering age niggaz on the coalfield union
    all them niggaz thats on death row, niggaz stay up
    now peek what these muthafucking Fifth Ward Boyz coming from

    Checkers on my feet as I creep thru a long line of drugdealaz andkillaz
    thugz, riffers and hoodlums, og's and nooboots
    lookin at me mean wanting to point a finger
    thinking I'm comin behind these walls to be a winner
    they got me fucked up just because am black down and still asouldier
    ain't gonna be one till am much older
    but these riffers got me caught up in a cross so i louse
    callin some big pink muthafucker bouts
    aint that a bitch [biatch] i never thought that shit would gothis way
    E-rock the stupid punk and 1995 slave
    I fold ma nuts coz these fingers got me trippin daily
    i made a shade just in case these foolz wanna fade me
    this lifestyle aint much different from the hood so
    you can eat but pick the scars later on my throat
    i seen a bunch of niggaz comin here like heroes
    i seen a bunch of niggaz turned into some straight hoes
    am too strong for a suicide
    i rather lay my timer like a jig unless they kill me
    third block fifteenth cell
    representing Fifth Rard, in this Concrete Hell

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    You know these homes got me canned in a cell
    never thought that i would be in jail for another nigga, but nowi am
    and i can still hear the judge when he said 25
    see ma mamma cry now am fucked up inside
    am in the wrong place at the wrong time
    hoping it's a dream and i wake up at any time
    only 17 when i came in now am 24
    doing day for day i gots to do me 18 more
    collect calls keep me talking to ma son
    tell him daddy love him and i won't be gone for long
    talk to all ma hoez and ma bitches and ma niggaz
    tell em sis a peach you know a nigga mission
    tryina maintain keep the strain out ma brain
    gotta box of game and a number for a name
    342036 is ma id number
    my head is fucked up coz the prison took me under
    a stright G looking up to the OG
    tryin to beat game like the Gs before me
    and now am living life in a cell
    trying not to lose ma mind, in this Concrete Hell

    I was sentenced to life without parole in a day
    am sitting in my 6 5 8 with ma focus on half way
    the warden and the boss wants to show love nigga
    Aaron Hood nigga wants to show love
    but i came at ya, push ya, kiss a nigga shit
    refresh the game around and let a nigga turn me bitch
    so i grab the anger with a slanger niggaz thought i was crazy
    mean mugging bitch couldn't change the way i acts
    am falling yo am locked down harrased out
    push me over to the edge, losing blood when i passed out
    the walls are closing in and am curling in a corner
    silent, ready to cause a riot in a dialect
    a nigga gets stuck in this bitch
    keep him catching a chase coz a murderer never never heard ofya
    everybodys all for self, you cant do another niggaz time
    watch the shank and read the shadow line
    a nigga was just denied by parole
    so am down to do nigga in the hole for sure
    flashbacks hit a nigga well
    320 stitches left but OG stranded in this Concrete Hell

    Song details

    Composition: Mike Dean, Richard Lo-Life Nash, Roger Tausz, A.g., and Eric E-Rock Taylor

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