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What a Shame
Royal Flush, N.O.R.E.
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Yeah, life in exile, it's a tight week yo
Life in exile, sit on you while they locked in
Word, now they get locked
Once you get taken care of
Word, for real, for real
Yo, nuclear war report, dun blew after court
He claim righteous, the guard was too wild, down with Isis
My man locked up in the beast, hit me on the jack
(Yo son, I need loot in this piece)
I got you, already blessed you
Carhartt, Tommy Hil', Guess appeal
Accept collect call, and keep it real
But I was locked for three, son you didn't know me
Your bitch had you too, told you, don't send me no loot
But I survive in green, shorty send me cream, her dean
Mom's like, "Yo, them niggas ain't real in your team"
Break the court rap, my first week, beef with the staff
Son, where you was at? Called you on the jack
Heard you moved from Iraq to Iran and cold ran
Ran on me, but you supposed to be my family
Tables turned, I'm in Zoo York, you up north
I'm in the cockpit, coppin' Avirex, you in the penile
Draped foul with crocodile, pretty boy
My little man you like a little boy
Taught you the crime life, you blame me, you weakling
Yucked up, commissary low, now you thinking
While you locked, I got the block locked with padlocks
Jealousy and envy, towards me, word got back to me
You got something for me, Mussolini, yo come and see me
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What a shame
What a shame
What a shame
What a shame
What a shame
Now when you got locked up, living plush, sneakers and such
Always flicked it up, on the phone line you ran it up
Saying you stressed and such, few niggas you had to touch
Plus the shit's rough, sending you balloons weeded up
Thug it up, keep it tight, 'cause your girl don't write
It's all a struggle in life, to sell things and pay the price
But I'm with you, can't let you down son, I miss you
But back on the streets, the police want me with you
It's official, I'm tryna blow them lands like a missile
Holding my pistol, to keep it real when I'm with you
Commissary I hit you, Latin Kings try to rip you
Stuff and races the issue, blowing niggas like a whistle
COs'll try to snitch you, watch the bing before they frisk you
So just lift weights, I'm laying low until release date
Word up son, can't wait 'til tomorrow
What a shame
What a shame
What a shame
What a shame
What a shame
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Direct cell, judge face to face, no bail
Taken to trial, spent a year on the Isle
First day, Sing Sing, walking through the gates
Stuff in shame, wild nigga walking with the length
We from cell block, take the bottom flush, want the top
Put my pictures up, relax for a minute, kick it back
Watch the top cat, la famiglia's got the coke in that
I need a part in that, find ten soldiers, give 'em gats
Soup 'em up, make 'em feel well as fuck, now what up?
I know my real family, new people try to be around me
Try to surround me, gold teeth, fond to leave
Locked up G, where left I be, doo rags and kufis
Gave me a razor, recruit me, now I slang
The contraband to the bing, you working in the kitchen
Ice pick you, now you snitching
You Scarface 'cause your face is laced up
So what, you got cut, then you told police
Keep it real in the beast, same thing as the streets
Why cats tell, play PC, inside of jail
Yo me, did three, never in PC
Stand freely, Mussolini, you just a heemy
Life in exile, people like we, penitentiary
Did time, on the ball with crime
Doesn't mind, police hit strip, caught mine
What what, what what, what what, what what
What a shame
What a shame
What a shame
What a shame
What a shame
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