(Jadakiss)   Spittin the real for all my niggas in prison   Whether twenty-five to life or skid biddin   Should've restrained, some of us change and some of us don't   Most of them kill but some of them won't   Niggas is big, niggas is small, but all of them brawl   It could happen during rec or while you makin a call   One T.V. for the Ricans, other one for the Blacks   Only cowards get son'ed for the jack   Only cowards get talked to greasy and be mumblin back   But me, I grab the banger, I don't care about size   Hope the whole block watch when I tear out your eyes   C/O pullin the pin, turtles is comin   But before I hit the box dog, I'm murderin somethin   Thick is thick, frail is frail   Make sure that my name ring bells wheneva I'm in jail   It's the belly of the beast, bottom of hell      (Chorus)   Some niggas make it home and some niggas stay for life   Some niggas grind wit swords and some niggas find in Christ   Some niggas live for peace and some niggas live for rec   You can even stay on the humble or you can have a fight till the death      (Styles)   Five ????? two-hundred   And too blunted for the bullshit   Comin through the yard on some bullshit   Call my girl collect, she ain't accept   Left my man wit ten birds, he ain't connect   Everybody actin funny, like I ain't comin home   My laywer is Jewish, my money is long   You know that it's on   Two cells down, got cut in the back   Fucked in the shower for hustling crack   This shit is for real, you grippin your steel   Weighin the odds, you King or you Crip   Blood or you God, Muslin or neutral   A buck-fifty is real, but a body is crucial   Cause jail turn boys to men, some men to bitches   This the place where they end your wishes   Ain't no more pussy or money   Just some crackers and the bunch of coward niggas that'll look at you funny   I should've ??? and book em and took a few dummies      Chorus      (Styles)   Nobody wanna die in jail   Wit they blood and they guts all around they cell   Only two ways to live, ride or tell   I ain't never say a word, Mafia rules   You know the P go to commissary, rockin his jewels   New Nikes and a walkman, lookin for news   To bring weed in they ass, chills got me stressed    and I'm thinking those days I used to breeze on the Ave   Poppin in the Benz, now I'm in the state    and I'm locking up at 10, wakin up at 8   Twenty sets of tens then I take it to the weights   Niggas getting big, if I can't appeal, I'ma bring it to the pigs   Grab the ice pick and bring it to they ribs   Leave em wit a scare, from they belly to the jibs   I know I'm gonna die but I still gonna ride and blame God that I live      Chorus 2x