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Grand Daddy I. U. lyrics Behind Bars lyrics [ 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 Other Grand Daddy I. U. lyrics: Don T Stress Me lyrics Low Key lyrics Represent lyrics Slingin Bass lyrics Take It From Da Top lyrics Dominos lyrics I Kick Ass lyrics Mass Destruction lyrics Nobody Move lyrics Pick Up The Pace lyrics Soul Touch lyrics Sugar Free lyrics The U Is Smooth lyrics This Is A Recording lyrics |