25 2 Life

Welcome to San Quentin Prison Westblock

And you don't run a motherfuckin' thang in here

So shut the fuck up and keep your eyes facin' the wall

My name is Lt. I Don't Give A Fuck

Now stretch

I just got of the grey goose

Hear at San Quentin Westblock I hear they be gettin' loose

So allow me to scope the scene out

And find my folks relatives real playaz I know they turnin' it out

Slangin' them thangs police pop and now wit a glock

I'm lookin' for that buster, that truster who be callin' them shots

Cause he's the same sucker who got my folks stuck

Fool, he didn't give a fuck, so why should I give a fuck?

Revenge is a motherfucker, Imma be that sucker ducker

Creepin' wit my until blade you feel that mother

All up in your testikels I turn you in to a vegetable

Dissect that ass, yeah something extra-terrestrial

Cause it's a different ballgame behind these walls

And if ya soft than all the niggas gone get them drawz

And take ya manhood, you can't have it back silly rabbit

Now you gone call up your bitch

And tell her they turned you into a faggot

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Ya best ta think twice, cause it ain't nathen nice

What you wanna do, one of them foolz wit 25-2-Life

And if ya never did time before

That means you keep it legit, makin' it smooth

Handlin' business, stay on your toes

Man, they got me in this orange jumpsuit

I'm goin' crazy as hell, live in a cell, sippin' cup of noodle soup

I know they think a nigga's gone insane

Because I stood at this funny style motherfucker ...

He was out to get me first, I just happened to get him quicker

A victim of circumstances, plus my blade was much thicker

You wanna be gangsters behind these walls it's so much drama

I done seen the hardest nigga switch up and call home to momma

There's really no guarantee you make it to society

So all you perpetrator gonna find out what you wanna be

Just a few words, some game plus a little advice

I got from my O.G. in the pen servin' the 25-2-Life

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I hear you claim to be the hardest induvidual

Can't nobody fade you, your mentality is more like criminal

Whenever there's drama or funk they say you handle the static

Yeah, you tha man, you and that fully automatic

Stepped up and swept up every turf wit disagreements

And every bitch that havin' a bowl of some of that ...

But ain't it a shame you can only travel across the streets to the store

They don't even trust you and that mother cause you robbed it before

Got you a sack of that yack and snored it, and snored it up

Than robbed another nigga the cut cause you didn't give a fuck

Everybody is blessed wit tha devil, he be a motherfucker

Get him off your back, get 'em off yo back before you kill your brother

On some of that kokane shit gets crazy I done seen it

Waked up the next day talkin' bout man I really didn't mean it

Lost all your love and all your trust, somebody is fuckin' your wife

You shot that nigga, that's why you servin' 25-2-Life

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