phone time

Son, I zone, my gun is never on safety
I copped the new
Jordans, the white ones wit skate key(Me, Im just chillin Pop, serving my time)(Got my greens on, these ** ****s aint deservin a shine)
And yeah, while
Im home you like livin abroad
I heard those crackers dissed you, smack you at the board(When twenty-four, they did the same to Norman and Lord)(Heard you cop the silver GS, my ***** you scored)
Yea, its nuthin cuz
Im gettin bread
Crack is dead, *****es wanna give me head(Yous a funny *****, I just saw Kai in the yard)(He said holla, when you getta chance, scribe the God)
Tell Kai I said what up, and his sister is grown
I copped the four-fifth auto, its pretty with chrome(The day I come home, I need a mink and a brand new Mac)(A few jump offs, some Doms, some beer, and the crack)
Im outside on the streets, just holdin it down(Im in jail pumpin iron, son, and readin books)
Im in the studio, droppin sixteens wit hooks(Im in the yard in the cypha, just smokin my sticks )
Im in Queens
Coliseum, just coppin new kicks(I hit the law library, hope to come home soon)
I just finished up the album, fin ta drop in
June(Yeah, yeah, yeah)(My little dun gangstas, caught in blood beef with the Kings)(You know Jarome brotha, my dun I used to creep wit in Queens)
And dats my dun too, so
Ima find out now
And have my dogs on the
Island, just get on the prawl(On the other side of things, Im tryin to get released)(Around my born day, but a ***** keep in beef wit da beast)
**** the police cuz all of dem *****s is fake
Dont lose your
C.R., son, youll get your open date(Dun, Ima see ya regardless cuz I got two violent felony charges)
And you know your appeal is progress(Youre my dog, dun)
And we gon keep this tight
I keep your commisary phat,
Ima keep you right(I got the chronic stashed in a coffee carton and kicks) (Good lookin for the *****es butt-naked and the flicks)
And you aint gotta thank me, real *****s do real things
I keep freak hoes, they really do ill things
Im outside on the streets, just holdin it down(Im in jail pumpin iron, son, and readin books)
Im in the studio, droppin sixteens wit hooks(Im in the yard in the cypha, just smokin my sticks)
Im in Queens
Coliseum, just coppin new kicks(I hit the law library, hope to come home soon)
I just finished up the album, fin ta drop in
June( Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I used to be ugly, now these *****es is
MedusaAnd guess what?
I made you executive producer
Some extra
Gs, so when you come home you breathe(They wont believe to see me come home to a V)(Pigs pressin me, want autographs for they seeds)(I gotta C.O. thinkin that we gon **** when I leave)
Yo , ***** think about this money, **** them hoes
We gonnathrow a pounda **** out, at one the shows
Spread it out, in the crowd, see them *****s get wild
Capone home, *****s still diggin our style (**** is foul, how these crackers tryin to keep me confined?)(I gotta visit last week and saw Gremlin Divine)
Meet Timbo and
Ice, got bent and rolled dice
Scooped, ridin loose, then we headed to
PostAnd got some hydro-**** and we had our toast(Son, theres only one minute left)(Son, theres only one minute left, son, Im ghost)
Im outside on the streets, just holdin it down(Im in jail pumpin iron, son, and readin books)
Im in the studio, droppin sixteens wit hooks(Im in the yard in the cypha, just smokin my sticks)
Im in Queens
Coliseum, just coppin new kicks(I hit the law library, hope to come home soon)
I just finished up the album, fin ta drop in
June(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Im outside on the streets, just holdin it down(Im in jail pumpin iron, son, and readin books)
Im in the studio, droppin sixteens wit hooks(Im in the yard in the cypha, just smokin my sticks)
Im in Queens
Coliseum, just coppin new kicks(I hit the law library, hope to come home soon)
I just finished up the album, fin ta drop in
June (Yeah, yeah, yeah)