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    Wyclef talking:
    Yo to my people doing time, Xzibit, Juvenile, y'all need to
    <Wake up everybody> Nature, Ja Rule, Reptile come on
    bring the heat.

    Xzibit <overlaps>
    Look, I'm inhumane livin' in this house of pain
    stuck with a thousand street hustlers
    down on they luck
    Repeat felons caught up with the death I was sellin'
    and for the past three months yo I can still hear my victims yellin'
    but I can't listen to my conscience it's nonsense
    if I didn't shoot I'd be the nigga in the suit in the box under the ground
    fox chased by the hound locked permanent frown Xzibit get down
    by liftin' iron by the pound for the tough individual
    runnin' run his mouth throw some hands with the General
    walk one day in the shoes of a criminal
    death disease keep your luxuries to a minimal
    I'm not talkin' about weed, jewels, & Bentleys
    I'm talkin' about clean clothes, hot food, and Dentyne
    see what I mean livin' with the scum of the earth
    hit with plenty of time to adjust to life on the inside
    (Wyclef) <For every rhyme I write get 25 to Life>

    You got me fucked up I'm innocent
    look I ain't do this shit you don't want to hear my side
    but you believin' that bitch
    You makin' my nerves bad I need to smoke me a jo'
    'cause I know y'all ain't even thinkin' 'bout lettin' me go
    Where my lawyer, nigga told me Juv' I can't do nothin' for ya
    Y'all go tell that to my mother & my father
    but they gon' cus y'all so don't you even bother
    you know that shit ain't right that bitch didn't see nothin'
    'cause it was dark at night but I guess us blacks
    look the same to y'all passin' niggas around like a game of ball
    This is my third felony plus my third strike
    man I ain't goin' home I got 25 to Life.
    <For every rhyme I write get 25 to Life>

    QU New York, you try to criticize me I criticize you
    been the same muthafucka since in high school
    any beat I shed light to with crazy wattage
    Blankin' out bought my first eight ball for eighty dollars
    learned who not to trust grew obnoxious
    so niggas start to hate me same time the boys in blue watch us
    circlin' but they don't slow down take you to court
    think you seein' Judge Joe Brown they just actin'
    Indy's throwin' Tyson back in another year
    fuckin' with a nigga's career I cock back at bust in the air
    give me space beats with plenty bass drink my Hennessey straight
    'til I hurl out third world clout I'll take niggas hearts
    and turn killers into girl scouts works of art
    Picasso from the Hydro roller-slash-hustler CEO-slash-retired soldier
    <For every rhyme I write get 25 to Life>

    Ja Rule
    Kill or be killed behind the wall 40 day short
    still the thought of murderer true to the sport
    I bang with the best niggas them career criminals
    now I'm in with these youngins lookin' to feel me out
    Hollerin' 'bout how they gon' hit on me now
    Niggas is real wild bangin' before trial
    new kicks new trial I don't give a fuck
    I'm playin' the yard ox taped to my nuts
    ready to self destruct Lord I don't wanna die
    but what powered your honor to hit me with 25
    I know that real recognize every hustle
    and die with these niggas in the struggle
    Ya feel me

    Oh God shells loaded in the semi auto quoted
    unknown cat never voted picture me on the scene
    huntin' for greens like Mike Meyers trick or treatin' on Halloween
    mashed down in the fatigues servin' the fiends
    kill or be killed metal pipes under the sleeve
    in the city slicker bust checks or puff cess
    ruffneck love liquor & act figures bloodsport on the streets
    no gloves pullin' knives out the 'fridge handin' out cold cuts
    ugh streets real thug so recognize thug close yo' eyes thug
    you 'bout to die thug!
    Call the President I'm blowin' up ya residence
    spill acid on the corpse to clear the evidence
    Protestors outside screamin' free Gotti
    guard your body SWAT teams is waitin' with the shotty

    <For every rhyme I write get 25 to Life>
    Wyclef: Y'all need to <wake up everybody>


    For all my people doin' time keep your head up
    Wyclef Jerry "Wonder" New Millenium new millenium come on

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