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 Uh, uh, yo, check it, uh 
 
These are last words of the hanging slave 
How can I forget this 
I rob you, put you on my hit list 
Under my nails is dirty, look at the grime 
 
My burnt lips from the roach clips 
How can I shine being broker than a dope bitch? 
Powerful mind, we brave men 
I blow smoke and I'ma keep sayin' 
 
These are last words of the hanging slave 
How can I forget this? 
I rob you, put you on my hit list 
Under my nails is dirty, look at the grime 
 
My burnt lips from the roach clips 
How can I shine being broke and bag a dope bitch? 
Powerful minds, we brave men 
I'ma blow smoke and keep sayin' 
 
I wanna be more than that bullet that go through ya zone 
Wanna be the lead that tear through ya skin and crack bones 
Wanna be the heat you feel, makin' ya moan 
Wanna be the hospital bed that you lay on 
 
Wanna be the god you feel when you pray on 
It's Nashawn the type that get the hyper con 
I'm gonna kill something, rap cats be real frontin' 
Fuckin' shootin' legs 
Cock back put his brains on the pave 
 
Nigga how 'bout that? 
Close range with the gadge get payed 
First rapper to shoot off stage 
Turn the front page the next day my life is like a book 
A twenty four hour song without no hook 
 
Millennium Thug, computer chips up in my slug 
Turn quarters when you turn quarters, know who to plug 
Thugs around me outside it's grimmy outside 
Better slide before you get bodied outside 
 
These are last words of the hanging slave 
How could I forget this? 
I rob you, put you on my hit list 
Under my nails is dirty, look at the grime 
 
My burnt lips from the roach clips 
How can I shine being broke and bag a dope bitch? 
Powerful mind, we brave men 
I blow smoke and I'ma keep sayin' 
 
These are last words of the hanging slave 
How can I forget this? 
I rob you, put you on my hit list 
Under my nails is dirty, look at the grime 
 
My burnt lips from the roach clips 
How can I shine being broke and bag a dope bitch? 
Powerful minds, we brave men 
I'ma blow smoke and keep sayin' 
 
I'ma prison cell, six by nine 
Livin hell stone wall, metal bars for the gods in jail 
My nickname, the can, the slammer, the big house 
I'm the place many fear 'cause there's no way out 
 
I take the sun away, put misery instead 
When you wit me most folks consider you dead 
I saw too many inmates fallin' apart 
Call for the guards to let them out at night when it's dark 
 
Convicts think they alone but if they listen close 
They can hear me groan, touch the wall, feel my pulse 
All the pictures, you put up is stuck to my skin 
I hear ya prayers 
(Even when ya whisperin') 
 
I make it hotter in the summer, colder in the winter 
If the court parole ya, then another con enters 
No remorse for your tears, I seen 'em too often 
When you cry, I make you feel alive inside a coffin 
 
Watch you when you eat, play with you mind when you sleep 
Make you dream that you free, then make you wake up to me 
Face to face with a cage, no matter your age 
I can shatter you, turn you into a savage in rage 
 
Change ya life, that's if you get a chance to get out 
'Cause only you and I know what sufferings about 
Yo, it's stunning when bed sheets become your woman 
And I'm the one that gotcha weapons when the beef is coming 
 
Maybe, one day 
I'll open up my arms to release you 
You'll always be my property 
Nigga stay legal 
 
These are last words of the hanging slave 
How can I forget this? 
I rob you, put you on my hit list 
Under my nails is dirty, look at the grime 
 
My burnt lips from the roach clips 
How can I shine being broke and bag a dope bitch? 
Powerful mind, we brave men 
I blow smoke and I'ma keep sayin' 
 
These are last words of the hanging slave 
How can I forget this? 
I rob you, put you on my hit list 
Under my nails is dirty, look at the grime 
 
My burnt lips from the roach clips 
How can I shine being broke and bag a dope bitch? 
Powerful minds, we brave men 
I'ma blow smoke and keep sayin' 
 
These are last words of the hanging slave 
How can I forget this? 
I rob you, put you on my hit list 
Under my nails is dirty, look at the grime 
 
My burnt lips from the roach clips 
How can I shine being broke and bag a dope bitch? 
Powerful mind, we brave men 
I blow smoke and I'ma keep sayin' 
  
            
 
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