[Fiend talking]   So what cha' back here for   Yeah, ya doin' time   Want cha' to meet some people of mine, ya heard me   Over here we got ,uh, David Banner, Tira, Fiend   Head counts to Mr. Magic, Blaxuede   And we gon' do it like this here, ya heard me      [Hook: Magic & Fiend ] (x2)   They got us incarcerated (Damn)   20 to life is what I'm facing (Said talk to em')   Can't seem to get away from the cases (Say damn)   My freedom is the only thing I'm chasing (Gotta talk to em')      [Magic]   Look, they got me locked up in O-Z   Stay the fuck from around me, ya niggas don't know me   Ya cross me, ya better down me   Better ask, I'm a hustler   Sharpen up the toothbrush and go for the jugular   You see me holdin' on these hind bars   Screamin' fuck the world ready to go to war   I stay focused, keep my eyes on the uniforms   They laugh with us but them bitches wanna do us harm   I'm pumpin' iron you can see the fire in my eyes   Whoppin' you motherfuckers, prepare to tire   Incarcerate me if you wanna but my mind gon' always be free   And on the streets nigga remember that they shootin' at me   I can't get used to this food, this shit is making me sick   Plus half these niggas in here done took that dick   Head hurtin' waitin' on my day to escape   But fuck the barbwire I'm goin' over the gate      [Hook x2]      [Blaxuede]   Hold up, who the fuck is you bitch, label me a criminal   Deal with any nigga when doin' times get critical   Cops crewed out cause I was tryin' to get too physical   Now I'm in this room, coughing and raising my genitals   Behind bars, fist fights in the yard   I'ma dodge spending nights in the morgue   Look, more ticket to spend his life with the Lord   He think he make it out, take it out   Now my cellmate talkin' bout breakin' out   Look, I told that fool it was impossible   Too much of an obstacle   If you get caught you know what them cops'll do   He had to quit more time, personal hospital   Actin' like he didn't know them people rotten too   Don't he look familiar, niggas in chains   You make me wanna kill ya, ya think it's a game   His uniform and his badge make him think he the man   I can't take it, have to face it, the people got us      [Hook x2]      [Fiend]   I got partners that ain't never comin' home   Two collect calls on the phone   Still touch the street cause I Jones   Still cuss the heat cause of Jones   Fuck a bitch that you own   Behind bars that'll never be chrome   Where ever T on, let it be known   His mind gone   Roam and become straight throne   Graduated from col, heard he got moved from Californ   Pumpin' it out the crib got him caught   Two miles from the state dramas   Eight blocks from the Magnolia   If he don't speak soldier he over   So he got it from the dirty and trife   Got familiar with the skills, I done murdered for stripes   Break the guard for the last time, it was my last time talkin' to him   You wanna see him, be a dead man walkin' to him   Unless he died from natural cause, they'll execute his ass tomorrow      [Hook x2]