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Dear Mama, if some people came by the house lookin' for me I'm innocent of anything they say I done Now I don't know when I'll be able to write you again But I will be back to California to see you Your son, Ice-mutherfucking-Cube Keep my hand on my gun 'cos they got me on the run I swear I didn't do what they say I done Keep my hand on my gun 'cos they got me on the run I swear I didn't do what they say I done Ghetto destroyer, paranoia, I need a lawyer This bitch named Netoia, say they lookin' for ya Got to get the fuck out of here, yeah right This bitch dimmed the lights, nigga, spend the night Bust a quick nut, got to fuck up and gat on 'Cos this the same street I got shot on So God bless Don Polla, double S I gotta holla 'cos I'm smokin' on double breath Freakin', niggaz be leakin', information Got the feds seekin', incarceration Niggaz say my name popped up, bitch hop up Nigga close the shop up, they try to stop 'em My cash flow leave me asshole neck it 'Gone in sixty seconds', burn all records Nigga gettin' skinny eating dinnies Count my pennies, only got a bag fulla twenties Listen, these feds fishin' for this extradition I'm on a mission, fuck 'em, fight 'em, dine 'em, ditch 'em I gotta kick rocks, I can't pick locks Or spend the rest of my life in a shits bath It's so hard to get a room without a credit card It's so hard not to let 'em know where you are Tried to get a rented car, why'd he laughed when I showed him cash Had to mash 'fore he called the feds on my ass Went to Vegas for the weekend, met a hoe down freakin' Hey bitch, why you sneakin'? Grabbed the paper out her hand Am I the man on the front page, same height, same age Rap gage, put it down the G-way Got my hostage suckin' sausage on the freeway She say, "Let's hear the circle K" Ran inside and made the niggaz all pay It's like I hit the Lotto outside Colorado Brought it there for his wallet and my bottle That's my motto and I gotta warn ya Before I'm through, I'm going back to California Keep my hand on my gun 'cos they got me on the run I swear I didn't do what they say I done Keep my hand on my gun 'cos they got me on the run I swear I didn't do what they say I done Listen, these feds fishin' for this extradition I'm on a mission, fuck 'em, fight 'em, dine 'em, ditch 'em I gotta kick rocks, I can't pick locks Or spend the rest of my life in a shit bath My boys Utah to Illinois Set the poise, so I can infiltrate All fifty states, can't wait till I'm back on my feet Switch and shake this bitch in her sleep Low key, you feds can't see me I'm up in D.C. with strike number three Clownin', made a little stock to get a little cock Now I got niggaz bangin' and lootin' rock I'm going back to Cali where it's bound with my strikes Don't give a fuck who's on the marin or the mic I should've known when I seen that motherfucker in the lobby Looking like he wanna rob me Federal, don't like no black hetero sexual, intellectual Tried to turn me into a vegetable An I'm 'a sue all black and blue When I come to hand cuff Big gray bus, scandalous 'Cos they can't stand us They get excited and I try to fight it I'm going back to Cali for show, extradited Keep my hand on my gun 'cos they got me on the run I swear I didn't do what they say I done Keep my hand on my gun 'cos they got me on the run I swear I didn't do what they say I done Listen, these feds fishin' for this extradition I'm on a mission, fuck 'em, fight' em, dine 'em, ditch 'em I gotta kick rocks, I can't pick locks Or spend the rest of my life in a shit bath Hey mama, when y'all send pictures you can't send a Polaroid They got to be the regular pictures An' they got us in here puttin' in computer chips or something I don't know, like they playin' with us, it's like a game It ain't nuttin' but a game to them mama, it's my life