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letra de jail bird - neph da menace

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[intro] 0:00 – 0:20 – (skit)
(ab – “bitxh -ss n-gga”)
(carbon – “bitxh”)
(ab – “bitxh -ss n-gga”)
(grock - “you ain’t gotta do him like that man come on man, that’s f-cked up, d-mn man that’s f-cked up”)
(nephew’s – mcduff 2015 ‘plays’)
(carbon – “f-ckin reject”)
(nephew – “bitxh -ss trick”)

-[verse 1]

please mr officer i ain’t tryna make worthy of a bounty
gettin mad at me so now imma haft to sit in f-ckin county

i rolled wit a couple hood rats from around the way
only way to protect my place was to try and play it safe

i dressed in all black durin night time so i wouldn’t distincted as white
why would i need to steal, this white boy in the ghetto kinda livin right

back to the tank, open dorms and them wood planks
door cracked open and the noise right as all the jail birds sang

-[chrous]

mustard packets fit as a gambling currency. (x2) (no doubt no doubt)
ill trade you 3, my moms ain’t heard from me. (x2)

-[verse 2]

heard you yesterday homie. how long u been f-ckin cooped. you got 7 months for a commercial burglary (or 2)

couple homies gd other side was mobbin till a crip called out slobbin ,then his -ss went to hollerin

those folks showed me how to keep it all in act. fruits came over to teach me how in bad times to keep smilin and all that

first appearance in the mornin and my sentence was birthin. on the way to the f-ckin judge i hear all those jail birds chirpin

-[chrous]

mustard packets fit as a gambling currency. (x2) (no doubt no doubt)
ill trade you 3, my moms ain’t heard from me. (x2)

-[verse 3]

ent-ty spittin acid at my f-ckin enemies
no friends of me
unless your demons that come to me for evil deeds
like blind sweeps and rapper reaps upon each deceased
that reaches my f-ckin beats
l pac with me can never witness fear or we feast in the east
and carry the mark of the beast

every prost-tute in an alley way smokin they crack
every racist individual whether they’re white or black
5 amber alerts, no reception from phone towers
taste testing this cut powder, noticing it tastes sour

-[chrous]
mustard packets fit as a gambling currency. (x2) (no doubt no doubt)
ill trade you 3, my moms ain’t heard from me. (x2)

-[outro]
one love to fonem, one love to jay kid productions ya’ll
i can’t forget about jagger. (godd-mn)
t-swish,rell, godd-mn flawdaboi red, ricky ruger,lovaboyy, aye vinny ray f-ckin johnson (i see ya out there homeboy)
aye krazysofly
one love to matty pederson
aye one love to motha f-ckin c4thekamikaze
aye man one love to each one of you too

- neph da menace

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