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comin' all along
'Cause if they used us and they abused us
How could they tell us that we were wrong?

He had it coming, he had it coming
He only had
Son is still shine, shed light now
Breakdown, liquidate God, fuck it grab the nickel plate
Spencer for Hire, tension when we mention Dryer
He's
of the Cook County Jail in their rendition of the Cell Block Tango
[LIZ]
Pop

[ANNIE]
Six

[JUNE]
Squish

[HUNYAK]
Uh uh

[VELMA]
Cicero

[MONA]
admiration
Imagination is what they lack
It stops niggaz from gettin' stacks
Feelin' trapped on the block with loose cracks
Wisdom is vital for the survival
and thought, what he wanted to be
But it seems, no occupation had appeal to dee
He didn't wanna be a doctor, he don't like school
It wasn't that he was dumb, he
You know the motherfucker did it

[Judge] 
Well the court sentences you to death by electric chair

(Some guy laughs)

[Bizzy Bone]
We had
to dance tingo tango 

I let my left right mingle mangle 

To your jaw southpaw 

It oughta be a law against these thangs I throw 

About to lay some
live General Emanuel 
Cell block cold crop 
Go bagged up yeah by cream cop
(FUCK THE WORLD) The way the world cold dissed me
? poppie locked for
the jails are my cell block hustlers
And most cops just want to knock hustlers 'cause they not hustlers
This for my real homies
We done been through it all
to dance tingo tango 

I let my left right mingle mangle 

To your jaw southpaw 

It oughta be a law against these thangs I throw 

About to lay some
Uh! He heh 
Master P and Treach nigga 
It's all family baby 
Get them Naughty boys  I got the No Limit Soldiers 
And when we posse up  these
my lock in a sock
Beat the fucker down the cell block
Five C.O.s to me to the hole
One said, "Knowledge born (we're in control)"

It's the real
to the oil

I had it for sell but y'all fagots would tell
Go to jail and start singin' like Patti LaBelle
I ain't gon' back in a cell, you rat and you did
Got stretched to Y.A. and hit the hood swoll
Member when you had a jheri curl didn't quite learn
On the block, witcha glock, trippin off sherm
Got stretched to Y.A. and hit the hood swoll
Member when you had a jheri curl didn't quite learn
On the block, witcha glock, trippin off sherm
Got stretched to Y.A. and hit the hood swoll
Member when you had a jheri curl didn't quite learn
On the block, witcha glock, trippin off sherm
but you still roller
Got stretched to Y.A. and hit the hood swoll
Member when you had a jheri curl didn't quite learn
On the block, witcha glock,
fiendin like a smoker
On my way to the mall, yo what's the plan I can't call it
He said, "How much ya got?" I'm pullin the lint out my wallet
I said,
dungeon, and summon up the second comin'

People started runnin', aliens with hair like Rastafarians
Captured, placed inside of aquariums, studied by
to attack 'um 
One day, I had the cell lit, up on Lewis Park 
Cool Al appears, backs up, fresh Clarks 
It's a hot day black, and the sun's beamin' down
, ain't a bitch that can get wid'dit
Admit it, I'm that bitch you can't live wid'dit

And I'ma keep it comin long as I'm here
Pitbull, back at'cha neck,
a bitch that can get wid'dit
Admit it, I'm that bitch you can't live wid'dit
And I'm a keep it comin' long as I'm here
Pitbull, back at'cha neck, I'm
Picture me rollin, baby
Yeah, all them niggaz up in them cell blocks
I told y'all niggaz when I come home it's on
Hmm, that's right nigga, picture me
niggas in every cell
From my block to the world, gave the glock to my girl
Don't mix the kids with the biz'
Baby, the industry's hell worth it

Oh, I
'em brake 'em) till he had enough
(take 'em shake 'em brake 'em) enough of that real stuff
(take 'em shake 'em brake 'em) give it to 'em raw
In my