death row

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5th Ward Boyz-Rated G (1995)-Houston,TX [intro] This is for all ma motherfucking niggaz that's in the penitentiary all the ma motherfucking niggaz that's on the row all the ma motherfucking niggaz that trying to get muthafuckin bail, that aint born with the muthafucking police I aint born in the muthafucking penitentiary coz a nigga escaped this for all them muthafucking niggaz who on that muthafucking privacy union all the real gh niggaz on the Darington unioun and real murdering age niggaz on the coalfield union all them niggaz thats on death row, niggaz stay up now peek what these muthafucking Fifth Ward Boyz coming from Checkers on my feet as I creep thru a long line of drugdealaz and killaz thugz, riffers and hoodlums, og's and nooboots lookin at me mean wanting to point a finger thinking I'm comin behind these walls to be a winner they got me fucked up just because am black down and still a souldier ain't gonna be one till am much older but these riffers got me caught up in a cross so i louse callin some big pink muthafucker bouts aint that a bitch [biatch] i never thought that shit would go this way E-rock the stupid punk and 1995 slave I fold ma nuts coz these fingers got me trippin daily i made a shade just in case these foolz wanna fade me this lifestyle aint much different from the hood so you can eat but pick the scars later on my throat i seen a bunch of niggaz comin here like heroes i seen a bunch of niggaz turned into some straight hoes am too strong for a suicide i rather lay my timer like a jig unless they kill me third block fifteenth cell representing Fifth Rard, in this Concrete Hell You know these homes got me canned in a cell never thought that i would be in jail for another nigga, but now i am and i can still hear the judge when he said 25 see ma mamma cry now am fucked up inside am in the wrong place at the wrong time hoping it's a dream and i wake up at any time only 17 when i came in now am 24 doing day for day i gots to do me 18 more collect calls keep me talking to ma son tell him daddy love him and i won't be gone for long talk to all ma hoez and ma bitches and ma niggaz tell em sis a peach you know a nigga mission tryina maintain keep the strain out ma brain gotta box of game and a number for a name 342036 is ma id number my head is fucked up coz the prison took me under a stright G looking up to the OG tryin to beat game like the Gs before me and now am living life in a cell trying not to lose ma mind, in this Concrete Hell I was sentenced to life without parole in a day am sitting in my 6 5 8 with ma focus on half way the warden and the boss wants to show love nigga Aaron Hood nigga wants to show love but i came at ya, push ya, kiss a nigga shit refresh the game around and let a nigga turn me bitch so i grab the anger with a slanger niggaz thought i was crazy mean mugging bitch couldn't change the way i acts am falling yo am locked down harrased out push me over to the edge, losing blood when i passed out the walls are closing in and am curling in a corner silent, ready to cause a riot in a dialect a nigga gets stuck in this bitch keep him catching a chase coz a murderer never never heard of ya everybodys all for self, you cant do another niggaz time watch the shank and read the shadow line a nigga was just denied by parole so am down to do nigga in the hole for sure flashbacks hit a nigga well 320 stitches left but OG stranded in this Concrete Hell