Текст (слова) песни: Grand Daddy I.U. - Behind Bars

 
[ VERSE 1 ] 
Hey yo, this is dedicated to you small-time thugs 
Those who hustle and boost and brothers who sell drugs 
Yeah, the money is fast, but it ain`t gon` last 
Cause when the cops roll past, that ass is grass 
Thought you`d never get caught, now you`re no longer free 
Sold a ki to a D.T., and now you`re history 
You fuss and cuss, but state time is a must 
So you better get tough and learn to adjust 
Yo, don`t let the soap drop, or high when you smoke top 
Or you`ll be runnin yours, if not, get your dope chopped 
So carry a shank and be prepared for war 
Cause if you sleep you get beat and rushed to the floor 
Now your sneakers are took before you even could hook 
And now they`re callin you panook and everything in the book 
I tried to tell you from square one 
A head-up fight is a rare one 
There`s no such thing as a fair one 
So watch your back, jack, or you`ll get attacked 
Pimped-smacked and packed and carried out in a sack 
With speed knots and lumps, stitch marks, and scars 
Now you know, it ain`t no joke behind bars 
 
	(Like Elvis do the Jailhouse Rock) --- Kool G Rap 
 
[ VERSE 2 ] 
Fresh out the gut his first day back 
He just did a state bid for possession of crack 
Gained a couple of pounds, got a muscle up build 
Shank marks in your gut from damn near gettin killed 
Round the way with the guys you`re tellin millions of lies 
Of how you bust many heads and swoll many eyes 
Now the boys on the block think that you was a hardrock 
The neighborhood hero, cause you been in Comstock 
They`re ridin your tip and idolizin your name 
But deep down in your heart you know that it`s all game 
Cause you was soft up north, livin small as a dwarf 
And if you even coughed, you got your head knocked off 
Beat you down to the ground, but then he took your manhood 
Stole your booty hole, now you can`t even stand good 
Went out like a whimp, now you walk with a limp 
You`re some chimp, lookin simp, call yourself a pimp 
The maytag on a tear, gettin poked in the rear 
You can`t disappear, you`ll be here till next year 
Either get bold or feel the pressure and fold 
And just hope you can hold till you make parole 
There`s no glamorous girls, no jewelry or cars 
Now you know, it ain`t no joke behind bars 
 
[ VERSE 3 ] 
Just got knocked, and now you sit in the bullpen 
You think of the block and all the money you pulled in 
20s and 10s, plenty women and friends 
Truck jewelry, and a brand-new Benz 
Sittin high on a throne, livin like Al Capone 
Callin Joan and Simone on a cellular phone 
But you took a fall, now you make collect calls 
Stuffin your chops with slop in the messhall 
Your girl`s on the street livin lower than low 
She done smoked up your product and spent your dough 
Oh, as for the boots - since you been gone 
She been gettin it on with your man Rashan 
Now he`s wearin all your jewels and drivin your Benz 
And to make it so bad, you used to be best friends 
But even though that`s foul, ain`t a thing you can do 
Cause you won`t be comin home till 2002 
Now you`re just another name everybody forgot about 
Got no clout, in jail gettin knocked out 
With lumps in your head, stitch marks in your gut 
Now the tears takin turns runnin trains in yo butt 
Switchin like a bitch, wearin panties and bras 
Now you know, it ain`t no joke behind bars
 

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