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went to get them out but there was no bail
The fellas caused a riot in the county jail
Two days later in municipal court
Kilo G on trial cold cut
I went to get them out but there was no bail
The fellaz start to riot in the county jail
Two days later in municipal court
Kilo G on trial cold cut
to riot in the county jail
Two days later in municipal court
Kilo G on trial straight cold cut a fork
"Disruption of the court", said the judge
On a six
to riot in the county jail
Two days later in municipal court
Kilo G on trial straight cold cut a fork
"Disruption of the court", said the judge
On a six
in front of the brawn
Six billion gorillas for whom the graves yawn
Each withered his mule-ish days to choose his tool of trade
Dueling blades that
to get them out but there was no bail
The fellaz start to riot in the county jail
Two days later in municipal court
Kilo G on trial cold cut a fart
days later in municipal court
Kilo g on trial cold cut a fart
Obstruction of the court said the judge
On a six year sentence, ma man didn't budge
to riot in the county jail
Two days later in municipal court
Kilo G on trial straight cold cut a fork
"Disruption of the court", said the judge
On a six
the fellas caused a riot in the county jail
two days later in municipal court
kilo g on trial cold cut a fart
obstruction of the court said the judge
the fire thin 
Why'all want to riot?
It's like a rifle without the firing pin
In the hire wiring in to all my men's
Who retired from the Spiring Inns
have the fire and the cross
don't save your soul it's sour loss
collective soul, collective well

The new wine is dying on the vine
how much must you age