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letra de some niggas - the lox

(styles p)
spittin the real for all my n-ggas in prison
whether twenty-five to life or skid biddin
should’ve restrained, some of us change and some of us don’t
most of them k!ll but some of them won’t
n-ggas is big, n-ggas is small, but all of them brawl
it could happen during rec or while you makin a call
one t.v. for the ricans, other one for the blacks
only cowards get son’ed for the jack
only cowards get talked to greasy and be mumblin back
but me, i grab the banger, i don’t care about size
hope the whole block watch when i tear out your eyes
c/o pullin the pin, turtles is comin
but before i hit the box dog, i’m murderin somethin
thick is thick, frail is frail
make sure that my name ring bells wheneva i’m in jail
it’s the belly of the beast, bottom of h-ll

(chorus)
some n-ggas make it home and some n-ggas stay for life
some n-ggas grind wit swords and some n-ggas find in christ
some n-ggas live for peace and some n-ggas live for rec
you can even stay on the humble or you can have a fight till the death

(styles)
five-eight and two-hundred
and too blunted for the bullsh-t
comin through the yard on some bullsh-t
call my girl collect, she ain’t accept
left my man wit ten birds, he ain’t connect
everybody actin funny, like i ain’t comin home
my laywer is jewish, my money is long
you know that it’s on
two cells down, got cut in the back
f-cked in the shower for hustling crack
this sh-t is for real, you grippin your steel
weighin the odds, you king or you crip
blood or you god, muslin or neutral
a buck-fifty is real, but a body is crucial
cause jail turn boys to men, some men to b-tches
this the place where they end your wishes
ain’t no more p-ssy or money
just some crackers and the bunch of coward n-ggas that’ll look at you funny
i should’ve wyled out in bookings and took a few dummies

chorus

(styles)
n0body wanna die in jail
wit they blood and they guts all around they cell
only two ways to live, ride or tell
i ain’t never say a word, mafia rules
you know the p go to commissary, rockin his jewels
new nikes and a walkman, lookin for mules
to bring weed in they -ss, chills got me stressed
and i’m thinking those days i used to breeze on the ave
poppin in the benz, now i’m in the state
and i’m locking up at 10, wakin up at 8
twenty sets of tens then i take it to the weights
n-ggas getting big, if i can’t appeal, i’mma bring it to the pigs
grab the ice pick and just bring it to they ribs
leave em wit a scare, from they belly to the jibs
i know i’m gonna die but i still gonna ride and blame god that i live

chorus 2x

- the lox

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