one lil two lil three lil g s hangin on the dope spot slangin they keys four lil five lil six lil cops leanin in the cut bout to get popped not knowin i m scopin on the roof i got my red beam better have ya bulletproof cause the light don t miss once i put it to ya dome they got my homies jacked now they reachin for they chrome al capone was a hero of mine i ve shot plenty niggas and cops so fuck one time where they at where they at oh they in the back so i gotsta take my time and make sure that my nine get him got him spot him shoot him he s shot and now they call me snoop gotti i m like a fugitive harrison ford slidin in the chevy now the shit s gettin heavy but you know i can t choke so i call my nigga loc gotta find the hideaway and a big bag of smoke can t be fuckin wit my niggas while they makin they dope cause if ya slippin ya fallin asleep on death row now some muthafucka done snitched on me and the judge just sentenced me to do about a century i m mobbin through the county main line back in 9500 just tryna handle mines spittin game at my homies about the good ol days as we try to pass time waitin for the chains to chino i see no reason to cry when a nigga s still alive right five o clock wake up call roll call doggy dogg be at the chow hall from there i roam the yard still representin to the fullest so you know what time it is i shank a nigga in a minute abiding rules of the pen i adapt quick don t take shit from no nigga hittin pushups by the g s to get bigger eight months i m on swole my mind s clearer everyday of my life i take a glimpse in the mirror and guess what the fuck i m startin to see i still regulate sleepin in the penitentiary