Handle Your Time

Xzibit

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    [convict 2/sadat x]
    Oh my goodness! look what they sendin through nowadays
    Ah, it's a light-weight
    And he got a smirk on his face like it's all of that
    Yeah, well we gone see what it is

    [convict 1/xzibit]
    What you in for, everything under the sun
    Recently, got me first degree wit a hot gun
    That's my third strike, so xzibit can't go home
    Fight to see daylight like sylvester stallone
    Don't ask too many questions nigga, keep that on the d-low
    My family might mistake you for an undercover c-o
    Last one that tried didn't make it past bookin
    Five times in the neck when everybody was lookin

    [convict 2/sadat x]
    You see the judge, but he don't budge
    That's you're third felony, I believe strike three
    Remanded and stranded, to the cold steel granite
    Lost to the world, your moms and your girl
    Keep your weight up, or your ass get ate up
    Cats is stickin, straight up
    Wit the shank, get more time in the tank
    Ask hank, he bout to bank, killed a cop wit high rank
    They gave him life and now another cat is fuckin his wife

    [convict 1/xzibit]
    Just because I'm locked down don't mean the hustlin stop
    Her-oine and beer joints twenty dollars a pop
    You a new recruit, so today I'm lettin you slide
    But tomorrow you'll be confronted wit the two's in the side
    If you a smart mothafucker, you'll be fallin wit mine
    Behind bars, no bitches and cars, we only got time
    We're I'm from, time is money and got neither to waste
    Once in a while catch a cannanite in the wrong place
    Beat him down, break the strongest hand, piss in his face
    Strike fear, play the rear, 'fore he catchin a case
    Low-class, got a dozen free visitors pass
    Plus the female c-order wanna give me some ass

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    Chorus [sadat x] 2x
    This is your new home boss, where you survive at all costs
    And if you don't, well it's only your loss
    You're only here cuz you tried to force and be the boss, ha
    Handle your time like a man yo

    [convict 1/xzibit]
    So it's my twenty-third birthday, drinkin brew-no
    You know no matter what it take, we gotta celebrate
    Fuck stayin straight, hair braided by this muslim cat
    Regulate the whole yard, now we got the straps
    Niggas say "who the fuck is that? "
    The x-man, rowdy, gettin treated like the feds in the county
    Correctional facilities, basically you don't wanna fuck wit these
    Murders and felonies keep you company ("yeah!")

    [convict 3/kid creole]
    And yes y'all, come on in ("yeah")
    All you brand new heffer, sissy, soft booty-ass shook niggas ("yeah")
    Yeah bitch, welcom to central booking ("yeah")
    A sleep-over for pimps, private hustlers ("yeah"), drug slingers, and gun
    Clappers
    Even bitch-ass, shook-ass niggas ("yeah") like y'all
    Get on your ? ("yeah"), get out the blood on your ? married character?
    Kitten-ass faces ("yeah"), niggas about to beat you all down to the last stop
    *echoes*

    [convict 2/sadat x]
    I'm all good, as I telephone my hood
    At first I was shook, tried to play by the book
    But you can't bid your time by stayin in the cell
    I'm gettin high everyday like I was still on the corner
    Where I'm in fat pink caps, new york to california
    Makin deals for mills, holdin cigarette lottos
    Givin cats pills, and tell em "yo try those!"
    Niggas try to scheme but my team is tight
    We as shady as the night and bring fright to sight
    Hey you be aight, but don't act like a sucka
    Ain't you ain't got to be the wildest mothafucker
    Use control, put a cat in whole if he's broke
    And let em know, I just wanna serve my time and go
    And flow, lay low, try to grab some dough
    Aiyyo I ain't tryin to jail, somebody post my bail

    Chorus

    [convict 2/sadat x] (convict 3/kid creole)
    Yo man shhh, I need some new kicks man
    (oh what? oh shut the fuck up!)
    Somebody got some at least some money man (nigga what!)
    Or something man, I ain't get no letters man
    (you gone be my bitch tonight, what)
    Niggas forgettin about me man
    (I'll poke y'all, don't come on the island)
    Namsayin, supposed to be my crew
    (don't be on the island when I get there)
    Can't even make collect phone calls
    (mothafucker, what ah um!)
    Tryin to jam my collect calls now
    (you will be mines tonight mothafucker!)
    Nobody ain't home, nobody wanna write me (mine you hear me!)
    I ain't got nuttin to read, yaknamsayin
    (you'll be mine tonight mothafucker!)
    Ain't nobody put no money on my book
    (don't fall asleep tonight bitch!)
    It's like I'm starvin in here
    This ain't no fun

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    Composition: Prince Paul

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