Jail Shit (feat. Rock)

Sean Price

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    [Sean Price]
    Who this? Sean Price, groovy shit
    Catch a body cop out to a two to six
    Less the charge, yo, don't even stress the sarge
    That's my girl pops, why you think she bless the God?
    Weed and dope, anything you need to smoke
    For the kids, netas, triple b's and lokes
    Five Percent niggaz, aiyo, peace God
    Knife in ya hand, trynna get a damn piece, god
    Ain't nothin' left to do, but pull out ya piece, god
    Dig in they face, until you tear it to piece, god
    Here are some things, over wrong, fearing no things
    Set it off for the German, do a year in the bing
    Either grow dredlocks, did a bid in the bing
    You them blow head bop, turned queer in the bing
    You should hang it up, pa, can't take this stuff
    But wait, pops died, go to wake in cuffs

    [Chorus: Rock]
    You come home to the streets, niggaz raising hell
    Fightin', cuttin', damn it's the same as jail
    Only the grimey get over, ain't no making bail
    Get torn at the frame, if ya frame is frail

    [Sean Price]
    I hope and pray my first born, be next to parole
    Tie it up, liftin' weights, playin' chess with stones
    I'm tired of things, tired of the riots and gangs
    Tired of the jack mac, caliberas and ten
    When I come home, ma, I sware to God, I'ma change
    But when I, come home, you know the God won't change
    I'm bluffin' for real, girl you know the fuck is the deal
    Soon as I touchdown, I need to puff on the real
    Bang my first floor, pa, never focused, free
    But corner violation for smoking weed
    As the cop escort me, as I toot to a cell
    With a smile, but inside I'm feeling stupid as hell
    Man, I'm 29 going on 30, kid
    Can't be getting locked up for no dirty dick

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    [Chorus]

    [Sean Price]
    My life is in danger, my son set it off on the emon
    Niggaz being easy, how the fuck, can you be calm
    Looking bad, son, them niggaz deep as hell
    Realizing all my motherfuckin' peeps is frail
    It's just me, Killa, Rum Dick, Psyche and Will
    Dee and a crackhead named Mike from the ville
    If I die, yo I'm going out with knives in they grill
    All my motherfuckin' life I've been real, yo

    [Chorus 2X]

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