Lyrics:
to get you naked (well, damn)
You got my dick hard as the Department of Corrections (wow)
So stop with all that flexin', baby, bitch, don't miss your
steel out in the yard
A ball and chain slavery
When they lock you down, they throw away the key
Department of corrections
They are not fixing anything!
facility press 9
Hello this is a prepaid debit call from "Daymond"
An inmate at the Virginia department of Corrections, Pocahontas State Corrections
Woo Are
(steppin')
I rather be apart, than in department of corrections (Department of Corrections)
Calm down with all that flexin', judge watchin' from a far (from
1st inmate
Killer wants to go to college
He wants to get his parole
So the department of corrections
Will release him in the fall
Killer wants
'Cause blood done got spilled on the street, that shit was deep
Survival of the fittest, the weakest, they gettin' eaten
Department of Corrections
committed to the department of corrections
For confinement of the *** state prisons
Without possibility of parole
For the remainder of your life
You
these niggas
With bars I was blessed with
Correction no prison guard
But I got it locked like the department of corrections
Could give a fuck about a list
Correction or department of Correction so sick of chasing Perfection
Bipolar than a motherfucker need to Get a new bottle of pills
I take my meds every hour
kick you and diss you
They got networks like insects
With webs of deception
They'll trap you, cocoon you
Like a department of correction
They come
chick was lookin' like Thelma Evans
I pushed up in her direction
I said, "I'm Doc, not Department of Correction"
I don't give a fuck, your boy relaxed
intentions
From the department of corrections
But who will tell my next of kin
That tomorrow stand for nothing?
It was years ago, it was years ago
Since
is in the bed of a pickup
Building prefab duplexes, human traffic like Department of Corrections
Godless savages, fishbone necklaces
No collar
Department of Corrections ISN'T designed
to help you rehabilitate yourself or even help you
to become a productive law-abiding citizen'"
[Chorus -
brother"
(Free call from James Warren
An inmate at the Cook County Department of Corrections in Chicago, Illinois)
"Every human being naturally wants
Department of Corrections
The new see-bo album "Till My Casket Drops" has lyrics that do just that plus
this one your about to hear
The Minnesota department of Public Safety
Are investigating George's death
The four officers involved have been fired
Uh, which the major
it
The color we’re painted
Marks us for death
Lord I pray you forgive us
Cause we’re so lost in our steps
From California to Boston
From Minnesota
on the glocc had to cop the smith n wesson
Bounce bacc from bein broke n hit a two eleven
N its still free playa from department of corrections
My mama raised my
Department of corrections no sir that's not me
I am truly the definition of being free
I could even ski, I'm ready to hit the slopes
I'm like the weed you
the blood-sucking masses go giggly
Celebrate my pain, no sympathy and exploit my infamy
Department of mind corrections never came correct
Leave me in a hole in
Hello this is a prepaid call from Jamie
An inmate at the Indiana Department of corrections
Rockville Correctional Facility
To Accept this call
thrown inside detention
Home sweet home called Department of Corrections
In a recession they simply take your possessions
Shouldn't that be a learning
my aggression this results of your deception
Made billions selling millions to departments of correction
RIP Kalif Browder for you we yell even louder
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