Versuri 03. Out On Bail

Oh, I posted bail? I'm out this motherfucker? 
I could go? Oh, fuck y'all, aye, fuck the judge 
Fuck the motherfuckin' District Attorney, the prosecutor 
And fuck you motherfuckers in the jury box 
Fuck all y'all 'cause I'm out on motherfuckin' bail 
Y'all ain't never gonna see me in this motherfucker again 
Drop that shit 'em 
Let these old punk ass bitches know how we runnin' this shit 
Niggaz ain't going back to court you stank ass bitches 
 
I'm stuck in jail, the DA's tryin' to burn me I'd be out on bail 
If I had a good attorney, wanna label me a criminal and cuff me up 
Got a pocket full of money so they rough me up 
I ain't trippin' in the county and I'm mad as fuck 
Got a record so they put me with the baddest bunch 
Everybody wanna talk 'cause I'm rappin' 
They askin' me what happened 
Is it true you did a flick with Janet Jackson 
 
I can't sleep, they takin' Polaroid's 
And I'm tryna to use the phone but they makin' noise 
Man, I wish I had my Glock 'cause it's major 
I'm makin' shanks out the plastics in razors 
These motherfuckers won't leave me alone that's my word 
About to turn a violation to a motherfuckin' murder 
I'm makin' collect calls to my old bitches 
Send more pictures and make me some more riches 
 
To all the suckers on the block talkin' shit while I was locked up 
Be prepared to get socked up 
'Cause the game is deep and the fame is brief 
And you bullshittin' bitches ain't changin' me 
I came straight up out the gutter, I was saved from hell 
And I'm a thug I was raised in jail 
Now I'm out on bail 
 
Out on bail 
Thuglife will never fail 
Thuglife niggaz, thuglife niggaz 
 
Out on bail 
Thuglife will never fail 
Thuglife niggaz, thuglife niggaz 
 
I'm stuck in jail, mad as a bitch I'd be out on bail 
If it wasn't for the snitch, runnin' wild through the streets 
Like I'm loco and fuck the punk police and they chokeholds 
I got no love in my heart 'cause I'm heartless 
Mobbin' in the park after dark wanna start shit 
Rippin' up the scene as a teen I was at it, hey 
And sellin' products to the addicts 'cause they gotta have it 
I was a well-known thug and I gotta lot a love 
Hangin' out with the old G's shootin' up the clubs 
And mama told me don't hang with the homeys 
But they got me if they need me then it's on G 
 
Got me sittin' in the cell a five by seven 
Will I finally get to go to ghetto heaven 
Got my bitches on the outside writin' me letters 
And they tell me they love me and the shit will get better 
I don't believe 'em 'cause I just got the news on the wire 
Take it how you want it but your bitch is on fire 
I gotta be a player so I stay strong 
'Cause I know that I won't be away long 
And when I finally do hit the fuckin' streets I'm a handle this 
A thug nigga gettin' scandalous, I'm on bail 
 
Out on bail 
Thuglife will never fail 
Thuglife niggaz, thuglife niggaz 
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