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Wyclef Jean

25 To Life

 

25 To Life


[Wyclef talking:]
Yo to my people doing time, Xzibit, Juvenile, y'all need to
(Wake up everybody) Nature, Ja Rule, Reptile come on
bring the heat.

[Xzibit (overlaps):]
Look, I'm inhumane living in this house of pain
stuck with a thousand street hustlers
down on they luck
Repeat felons caught up with the death I was selling
and for the past three months yo I can still hear my victims yelling
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 lifting iron by the pound for the tough individual
running 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 talking about weed, jewels, & Bentleys
I'm talking about clean clothes, hot food, and Dentyne
see what I mean living with the scum of the earth
hit with plenty of time to adjust to life on the inside
[Wyclef] (For every rhyme I write get 25 to Life)

[Juvenile:]
You got me fucked up I'm innocent
look I ain't do this shit you don't want to hear my side
but you believing that bitch
You making my nerves bad I need to smoke me a jo'
'cause I know y'all ain't even thinking 'bout letting me go
Where my lawyer, nigga told me Juv' I can't do nothing for ya
Y'all go tell that to my mother & my father
but they gon' cus y'all so don't you even bother
you know that shit ain't right that bitch didn't see nothing
'cause it was dark at night but I guess us blacks
look the same to y'all passing niggas around like a game of ball
This is my third felony plus my third strike
man I ain't going home I got 25 to Life.
(For every rhyme I write get 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
Blanking 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
circling but they don't slow down take you to court
think you seeing Judge Joe Brown they just acting
Indy's throwing Tyson back in another year
fucking with a nigga's career I cock back at 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
(For every rhyme I write get 25 to Life)

[Ja Rule:]
Kill or be killed behind the wall 40 day short
still the thought of murderer true to the sport
I bang with the best niggas them career criminals
now I'm in with these youngins looking to feel me out
Hollering 'bout how they gon' hit on me now
Niggas is real wild banging before trial
new kicks new trial I don't give a fuck
I'm playing 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
I know that real recognize every hustle
and die with these niggas in the struggle
Ya feel me

[Reptile:]
Oh God shells loaded in the semi auto quoted
unknown cat never voted picture me on the scene
hunting for greens like Mike Meyers trick or treating on Halloween
mashed down in the fatigues serving 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 pulling knives out the 'fridge handing out cold cuts
ugh streets real thug so recognize thug close yo' eyes thug
you 'bout to die thug!
Call the President I'm blowing up ya residence
spill acid on the corpse to clear the evidence
Protestors outside screaming free Gotti
guard your body SWAT teams is waiting with the shotty

(For every rhyme I write get 25 to Life)
[Wyclef:] Y'all need to (wake up everybody)

[REPEAT]

For all my people doing time keep your head up
Wyclef Jerry "Wonder" New Millenium new millenium come on

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