(Plies talking:)
Ay dog dis one here for all mutha f**kin n***az dats locked up dog
all my n***az who biddn in prison my n***a a lot of n***az
fogot about cha but I aint fogot about cha
(Chorus:)
I got some n***az in prison dat aint comin home and if dey aint
Holdin put a block on ya phone for all da n***az dey was runnin
Wit done left em lone mutha f**kas foget bout cha when ya bidin
Lone
(Verse 1:)
Wat can a young n***a 19 do wit 40 yrs
Not a mutha f**kin thang but hope fun appears
Dem crackas givin n***az mo time den dey done lived
Where im from deez crackas hidin n***az at da crib
I asked my homeboy how da f**k do you do 40
He told me you just do it u don--t think about it
Dem crackas don--t sell licks in prison u gotta think bout it
Well like he told me tyme aint tha thang hurts tha most
The mu f**kas dat forget bout cha that u thought was close
If he had to do it all again he woudnt even take it 2 da doe
I told he aint got to tell me cuz I already kno
He thought he had hiself som soldiers on da front row
Well like told him you aint breakin bread no mo
N deez streets dats all a b**h care 4
Da real n***az n deez streets r tha all tyme low
And deez hoes n homeboys aint ridin no moe
(Chorus x2)
(Verse 2:)
Nobody care about cha when u aint got sh** to give
But when ya got it they love ya wen ya out of here
They waz my n***az when they waz out n they my n***az now
Right now they need me the most so I got to help em out
I turn my back on dem dat mean im da p**y n***a den
N me bein flaw iz somthin I don--t believe n
Der n***az everyday that--s gettin lost n da system
Tha f**ked up part about dont nobody miss em
Own brother cant even tell me where the crackas shipped em
Told me that wit a straight faze n kept dippin
Im looking at dog like man dis p**y n***a trippin
Ya own brotha ya cant tell me where tha crackas shipped em
Love don--t love nobody da streetz f**ked up
Dats why I pray everyday dat I don--t get jammed up
To b honest witcha im scared to find out wats wat
Tha ones that let ya down the ones ya loved so much
(Chorus x2)
Wat happin to n***az acceptin a couple fone calls
N wat happin to n***az sendin flicks to dey dawg
Ya dawg down bad right now gone break em off
Ya got to answer hiz calls for yall to even talk
N like yo can call him sh**t wen ya wanna talk
Som n***az doin time right now dat aint dey fault
N dis world it--s a black law n its a white law
A street n***a dawg we don--t die of old age
A street n***a dawg we die 1 or three wayz
We get shot, die n prison , or we die of aids
I kno its already written how imma leave ya one day
But all da n***az locked up I pray 4 ya every day
(Chorus x2)
Ay dawg itz a lot of good mu f**kin n***az locked up dawg
Its a lot of n***az dats locked up dat wen dey wuz out of here
My n***a dey took care of a lot of u mu f**kas man
Made sure a lot of yall waz good dawg its a lot of n***az doin tyme
Becuz of some of da mu f**kas out here dawg
N now wen a n***a get locked up man
Yall cant make sure dawg got cantine money
Yall cant make sure yall send dawg flicks man
Yall cant cept dawg fone calls man
Ya put a block on da phone cuz ya f**kin anotha n***a man
Dawg keep it real wit ya self homie
If dawg looked out 4 ya n took care of u my n***a
For 2 3 years while u waz out of here dawg
The atleast u can do iz take care of dawg 2 or 3 yrs dawg