C'mon let's try this Guru..      [Beanie Sigel]   When I was five years old, I realized it was a road   But at the end, I ain't seen lots of pots of gold   I seen a long cell block, the box, the hold   Six hundred fenced in - some innocent, some rotten souls   Some men with men - stop it, whoa   I ain't runnin up in shit but a broad on her back   Tryin to cop a small hammer, move out like +Shawshank+   with +Redemptions+, I got my mind on revenges   They tryin to kill me at the same time keep me alive   I'm movin out like Adebisi on +Oz+   With my skully on tilt, two whacks in my palm   Posted up in the yard, everyday I think of pokin the guard   Throw a crack a nigga turnin me in   Tryin to crack a nigga turnin me thin   Food soakin in lard, news fools get opened in cards   with (??), in this prison life, what you livin like?      [Chorus]   Can you tell me what you live like?   Can you tell me what that bed like, what's that cell like?   What's livin in hell like? Tell me do you eat right?   Do you even sleep right?   Yo, tell me what your life like   Tell me do you sleep nights, tell me what that life like?   Gettin no kites like, no flicks like   Make you wanna quit life      [Beanie Sigel]   Them four letters is a motherfucker   That's forever like a motherfucker   Without a letter from a motherfucker?   It ain't even bout the cheddar from a motherfucker   Write a kite, some flicks from a motherfucker   Some drawers, some socks, some kicks from a motherfucker   I can't believe I'm doin this bid for you motherfuckers   I'm down for another joker case   I was dealt this hand, and I'ma play it with my poker face   On the block ready to POKE a face   I got an L goin around with a smokin case?   You steal the deoderant out of CVS, you locked for retail theft   I got it body half a block stolen DT vest   My rap sheet read three D abreast   Dangerous, duct tape daughters   I take to the street, like a duck take to water   Get your duck game in order   My bust game in order, I fluffs 'caine with water      [Chorus]      [Beanie Sigel]   That's fucked up, you bout to take your longest trip   and can't do shit, but suck it up, be strong and shit   Handcuffed, ankle to wrist, in back of the bus   Flashbacks of you back in the world   Can't fuck now you thinkin bout who in back of your girl   Got her ass up (kill this bitch) playin your crib   Thinkin bout who raisin your kids   Shit was all good a week ago, 'fore they came and raided your crib   6:30 in the morning, they kick your door in   Feds pour in, snatch you out your bed while you snorin   You unaware of what's goin on and   Come to find out, clients you had for years, turned to foreman   Told the law about the drops you make   How your clientele first started to escalate   Givin him keys to your crib, was your next mistake   At that dinner table, breakin out that extra plate   You can't turn a career addict off his coke habit   Put him on post with the toast that promote static   Back to the operation, they got you locked at the station   Fuck your back time, you worryin about what you facin   Heart racin, situation gettin scary   Old clients are showin up, at the preliminary   D.A. tryin to bury a nigga to Neveruary, 31st   God damn, that gotta hurt