That nigga, played he gotta lay, that´s all it is One hour warnin´ ´fore they killed him, let him call his kids
He got a bounty on his head, so niggas callin´ dibs His paper work was never straight, that´s why they callin´ fibs You don´t wanna linger ´round ´em problem kids When everybody down to do it like they volunteers The shoe terms and niggas hoppin´ out of solitaires You see the pain in the mother´s and baby mama tears Yeah, they dropped a kite, but you ready for war Knife that you just buried in the yard will machete a door Your girl beefin´ with you, ain´t no my cherie amour She out there spiteful and she fuckin´ your friend and your boy Your son is seven and he askin´ when you comin´ home
But you don´t wanna tell your boy the date ´cause it´s gon´ rub him wrong You had to get a nigga scraped ´cause it was comin´ to him Got on the phone that very day and said it´s nothin´ wrong Middle of the field is where the war´s crackin´ I´ma general in battle, plus a war captain High rankin´ with the blacks just because my face So when it´s on, I´m who they want, I will get you erased Play with us and find out I´m bigger than this prison K spit at your mom´s house Run inside your cell lace fitted with knives out I hang around a bunch of grave diggers and climb-outs He told me he gon´ kill him ´cause his baby need some Pampers
Say he owed a debt, but he stopped givin´ niggas answers It´s way too close to Christmas to be givin´ niggas chances My dog got triple life, but walk around like he got five left Won´t a nigga in here touch me, nigga, that´s on my chest That ain´t no tough guy shit, nigga, that´s my respect Plus the bussa´s all around me if you try step
So we walking out the shower, you feel me And it´s a situation where the CO´s ain´t come back yet So once the CO´s come back ,you see everybody posted on the wall Because niggas know what´s about to happen
So boom, the nigga jump in his cell, start whammin´ the nigga, whammin´ him The nigga stabbed the nigga like forty times He lookin´ up and I´m lookin´ back like, it´s over
County jail experiences that begin to make you callous Bob Barker tags on us like we share a stylist Imagine wakin´ up and all you see outside is malice Time for war and all that you gon´ see outside is violence Little niggas crashin´ out for OG prior problems And they wild enough to go outside and die about ´em Been through all the niggas at my door sayin´ 12 o´clock
They say they runnin´ in here once they unlock ´em And the coppers ain´t gon´ stop ´em ´cause they in it with ´em It´s a lose-lose every time you bicker with him He got certain paperwork, I wouldn´t kick it with him If he a chomo and ain´t dead, he lucky that he livin´ Fallout on the spice one more time and we knockin´ you out We gon´ remove you if you makin´ it hot in the house I like my free staff snappy and quiet with the mouth They wanna search me, but the dope been popped in the mouth That´s where I´m fuckin´ up the dogs at
But where my dogs ready for the open combat? It ain´t no place for me to ever write my wrongs at I promise that he finna die if he don´t fall back This a big dog to a small cat Get you picked off like a quarterback Could call me Jigsaw where the horrors at You take a life from one of us and you gon´ owe it
One thing I´ma leave on the camera for y´all to remember this word right here: GABOS The name of the game is GABOS Game Ain´t Based On Sympathy If you got sympathy in this fight, you ain´t gon´ never making it
I´m gonna find my way home
I´ve got to Before I lose myself Lose myself now I´ve got to Before I lose myself