yo to my people doing time xzibit juvenile y all need to nature ja rule reptile come on bring the heat look i m inhumane livin in this house of pain stuck with a thousand street hustlers down on they luck repeat felons caught up with the death i was sellin and for the past three months yo i can still hear my victims yellin but i can t listen to my conscience it s nonsense if i didn t shoot i d be the nigga in the suit in the box under the ground fox chased by the hound locked permanent frown xzibit get down by liftin iron by the pound for the tough individual runnin run his mouth throw some hands with the general walk one day in the shoes of a criminal death disease keep your luxuries to a minimal i m not talkin about weed jewels bentleys i m talkin about clean clothes hot food and dentyne see what i mean livin with the scum of the earth hit with plenty of time to adjust to life on the inside you got me fucked up i m innocent look i ain t do shit you don t want to hear my side but you believin that bitch you makin my nerves bad i need to smoke me a jo cause i know y all ain t even thinkin bout lettin me go where my lawyer nigga told me juv i can t do nothin for ya y all go tell that to my mother my father but they gon cuss ya out so don t you even bother you know that shit ain t right that bitch didn t see nothin cause it was dark at night but i guess us blacks look the same to y all passin niggas around like a game of ball this is my third felony plus my third strike man i ain t goin home i got 25 to life qu new york you try to criticize me i criticize you been the same muthafucka since in high school any beat i shed light to with crazy wattage blankin out bought my first eight ball for eighty dollars learned who not to trust grew obnoxious so niggas start to hate me same time the boys in blue watch us circlin but they don t slow down take you to court think you seein judge joe brown they just actin niggas throwin tyson back in another year fuckin with a nigga s career i cock back at you bust in the air give me space beats with plenty bass drink my hennessey straight til i hurl out third world clout i ll take niggas hearts and turn killers into girl scouts works of art picasso from the hydro roller slash hustler ceo slash retired soldier  kill or be killed behind the wall 40 day short still the thought of murderer true to the sport i bang with the best in niggas career criminals now i m in with these youngins lookin to feel me out hollerin bout how they gon hit on me now niggas is real wild bangin before trial new case new trial i don t give a fuck i m playin the yard ox taped to my nuts ready to self destruct lord i don t wanna die but what powered your honor to hit me with 25 fuck em i know that real recognize every hustle and die with they niggas in the struggle ya feel me oh god shells loaded in the semi auto quoted unknown cat never voted picture me on the scene huntin for greens like mike meyers trick or treatin on halloween mashed down in fatigues servin the fiends kill or be killed metal pipes under the sleeve in the city slicker bust checks or puff cess ruffneck love liquor act figures bloodsport on the streets no gloves pullin knives out the fridge handin out cold cuts ugh streets real thug so recognize thug close yo eyes thug you bout to die thug call the president i m blowin up ya residence spill acid on the corpse to clear the evidence protestors outside screamin free gotti guard your body swat teams is waitin with the shotty wyclef y all need to for all my people doin time keep your head up wyclef jerry wonder new millenium new millenium come on