C'mon let's try this Guru..



[Beanie Sigel]

When I was five years old, I realized it was a road

But at the end, I ain't seen lots of pots of gold

I seen a long cell block, the box, the hold

Six hundred fenced in - some innocent, some rotten souls

Some men with men - stop it, whoa

I ain't runnin up in shit but a broad on her back

Tryin to cop a small hammer, move out like +Shawshank+

with +Redemptions+, I got my mind on revenges

They tryin to kill me at the same time keep me alive

I'm movin out like Adebisi on +Oz+

With my skully on tilt, two whacks in my palm

Posted up in the yard, everyday I think of pokin the guard

Throw a crack a nigga turnin me in

Tryin to crack a nigga turnin me thin

Food soakin in lard, news fools get opened in cards

with (??), in this prison life, what you livin like?



[Chorus]

Can you tell me what you live like?

Can you tell me what that bed like, what's that cell like?

What's livin in hell like? Tell me do you eat right?

Do you even sleep right?

Yo, tell me what your life like

Tell me do you sleep nights, tell me what that life like?

Gettin no kites like, no flicks like

Make you wanna quit life



[Beanie Sigel]

Them four letters is a motherfucker

That's forever like a motherfucker

Without a letter from a motherfucker?

It ain't even bout the cheddar from a motherfucker

Write a kite, some flicks from a motherfucker

Some drawers, some socks, some kicks from a motherfucker

I can't believe I'm doin this bid for you motherfuckers

I'm down for another joker case

I was dealt this hand, and I'ma play it with my poker face

On the block ready to POKE a face

I got an L goin around with a smokin case?

You steal the deoderant out of CVS, you locked for retail theft

I got it body half a block stolen DT vest

My rap sheet read three D abreast

Dangerous, duct tape daughters

I take to the street, like a duck take to water

Get your duck game in order

My bust game in order, I fluffs 'caine with water



[Chorus]



[Beanie Sigel]

That's fucked up, you bout to take your longest trip

and can't do shit, but suck it up, be strong and shit

Handcuffed, ankle to wrist, in back of the bus

Flashbacks of you back in the world

Can't fuck now you thinkin bout who in back of your girl

Got her ass up (kill this bitch) playin your crib

Thinkin bout who raisin your kids

Shit was all good a week ago, 'fore they came and raided your crib

6:30 in the morning, they kick your door in

Feds pour in, snatch you out your bed while you snorin

You unaware of what's goin on and

Come to find out, clients you had for years, turned to foreman

Told the law about the drops you make

How your clientele first started to escalate

Givin him keys to your crib, was your next mistake

At that dinner table, breakin out that extra plate

You can't turn a career addict off his coke habit

Put him on post with the toast that promote static

Back to the operation, they got you locked at the station

Fuck your back time, you worryin about what you facin

Heart racin, situation gettin scary

Old clients are showin up, at the preliminary

D.A. tryin to bury a nigga to Neveruary, 31st

God damn, that gotta hurt





[Thanks to outkastlayzie@aol.com for these lyrics]