Lyrics:
Hello this is a prepaid call from, Phil
An inmate in the Men's Central Jail
To accept this call press 0 to refuse this call
This telephone call may
Hello, this is a prepaid call from
Damn, like that, Joog?
An inmate in the Men's Central Jail
To accept this call, press zero
To refuse this call
can't have shit prolly cause of you
Rappers go to jail like Oprah go to Yale
Stedman policy don't ask don't tell
Where my waterbees as I go get
Here's another day at the stoplight
I'm looking in my mirror so I can see who can see me
South Central is putting Ice Cube to the test
With four
[Ice Cube]
Here's another day at the stoplight
I'm looking in my mirror so I can see who can see me
South Central is putting Ice Cube to the test
Ice-T, nigga
Representin
Strictly Westside, nigga
South Central in the muthafuckin hiddouse
Check the technique, nigga
Representin for my real niggas
the motherfucking Truth
Rock the mainline
Walk the mainline
Rock the mainline
Walk the mainline
Up in men's central doing time
Motherfuckers is locked up but its
the truth comes out
It's life in jail
He knows way too much
But dead men tell no tales
Dead men tell no tales
Dead men tell no tales
Dead men tell no tales
[ Havoc ]
Yo, this Havoc the Mouthpiece from the S.C.C.
I only got three words to say:
South - Central - Madness
[ Prode'je ]
Hoo-ridin in
Yo, this Havoc the Mouthpiece from the S.C.C.
I only got three words to say:
South Central Madness
Hoo-ridin in the Central, yeah, the gangsters
wrote this in jail playing host to a cell
For the pure verbal, they said my sentence was equivalent to murder
Just another hurdle, I bounced through
Men no on hanging
On hanging
Weta code ozigbo etinye na m hanging
Akwupuna n' oku o, kwulu n' oku o
Ka olu rapu cast
No casting
Ka anyi mabulu cash
E
up for sale
Dead men, tell no tales
In Gangland, where jail birds die
A knife at your throat another body on the pile
A contract to keep and it's
up for sale
Dead men, tell no tales
In Gangland, where jail birds die
A knife at your throat another body on the pile
A contract to keep and it's
feeling like a ghost in a shell
I wrote this in jail playing host to a cell
For the pure verbal, they said my sentence was equivalent to murder
Kust
on every charge
Of bein' dope imagine Superman with a dookey rope
[Chorus]
1 2 3 4 Hit it
It's the Men Of Steel bangin' with the drum Hit it
4 3 2 1
budibye, budibye, pernimi-meny-meny-meny-ment
If you diss bad man, yuh skin burn-imi-neny-neny-men
Mi gun long like di gully name frien-imi-nemy-nemy-nem
Värnamo Central där ingen kommer hjälpa dig o bära ditt baggage
Men allt du gör är gnäller som en Sverigedemokrat
Hundra pundare går på led med hundra
wrote this in jail playing host to a cell
For the pure verbal, they said my sentence was equivalent to murder
Just another hurdle, I bounced through
kill bitch
I roll a 4 drop low on a twisters
a .380 in my labb for the jackers
south to the muthafuckin central call a jail pro
a young black muthafucka
Okay, okay
Central London, Tre Mission, Jme, Shorty
Boy Better Know uhm, yeah, quick freestyle
Yeah we're gonna gather a crowd in a minute
Preditah
straight hood-hop techniques
South Central Fundamentals J5 emcees
And it's on!
Who's to say if I choose to make moves today
Whether I win or lose or I
Ten thousand men on a hill,
Ten thousand men on a hill,
Some of 'm goin' down, some of 'm gonna get killed.
Ten thousand men dressed in oxford
Let me take you on a trip so you can picture my life
Through this south central state of mind
Either you learn from the best and they watch you
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