25-2-life Lyrics - Singles - Rappin' 4-tay

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 off the gray 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, I'mma 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 fagot 

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 

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 

I hear you claim to be the hardest individual 

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 yak 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 

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