Lyrics:
bitches and they stupid dumb thick
I'm the marathon man, all I do is run shit
A sophisticated convict, superficial, still official
Multimillion dollar shit
a group of young bitches and they stupid dumb thick
I’m the marathon man, all I do is run shit
A sophisticated convict, superficial, still official
for hard living, blind to the facts:
Thugs is convicts in God's prison, hands on the strap
Praying so Father please forgive me! Police be rushing when
and I'ma keep on winning
I see with you ain't nothing changed same ginen same linen
Fuck the don shit, nigga I'm an armed convict
I live wild beat cases
for hard living, blind to the facts:
Thugs is convicts in God's prison, hands on the strap
Praying so Father please forgive me! Police be rushing when
Now wanted by the IRS and we will convict them of tax evasion
I had no choice or remorse when time for puttin' it down
Niggas know the scoop is
on the gallows tree
The crows will pick your bones"
And our ship was high upon the sea
When pirates came along
But the soldiers on our convict ship
Were
for hard living, blind to the facts:
Thugs is convicts in God's prison, hands on the strap
Praying so Father please forgive me! Police be rushing when
and smile for flicks
That's my style, my pol-I-tricks
Triple-Six convicts, lyin is automatic
In the government, Republican or Democratic
Fuck Freedom,
Check the pain I inflict, like a convict, the Fulton digger
Jump in the Acura Vigor, after I stick ya
Rip ya like a razor, straight up Henny with
sign shit
Yeah, yeah, ask these niggas who run shit
Lil' bitty ho, I sign shit
All my hoes love convicts
Ain't no love, we chop shit
Passport stamp,
Convict
Up Front
Yeah
Convikt Muzik
Ross (ohhh)
Triple see's
If you ever cross that line
I guarantee ya there'll be nothin' to save ya
I
fuck with my phone, need a detox
So I pick up the glock like I'm John Wick
Yes, I'm in it for life like a convict
When I switch up the style, wonder
equipped with the convicts
The don's slick
Some Billys we gon' get
Broke a leg in my debut, no Bogut (crack get 'em, uh)
Talkin' sports trades with Pecas
for hard living, blind to the facts
Thugs is convicts in God's prison, hands on the strap
Praying so Father please forgive me! Police be rushing when
it like a convict
Girl if you lonely
And you're longing for a lover
You know I'll be, I'll be here all night
I'm right above you
You don't
dyin', god knows I'm tryin'
Ain't no sight sadder than a grown man cryin'
Please find it in your heart to forgive me
Realize only god can convict me
We
dead or alive
And how could you let the people see me through the enemy's eyes
Like, jealousy, envy, Feds want to convict Gotti
I'm thinking probably
The idiots make idiotic comments
A convict wit a conscious
You lack mores I can see your principles
And not my mines is
So I guess what makes me
to convict
The nigga makin' you sick, ask the 12 Monkeys
Up in Detroit holdin weed court, all through the South
Picked up a ounce in Shreveport
My
goin' alive, I'd rather die than be a convict
I'd rather fire on my target
I hit the corner doing ninety, ah s***!
Them b****es right behind me
Fake cats in the back, get rocked what, react
Fuck the rap skit, X and the drug complex
When convicts'll start conflicts, kill they own accomplice
nigga you know
[Ice-T]
Is it new year God? I'm comin' back mad-hard
Movin' harder than a convict with a shack in the yard
New Jacks want to hear me
react, never calmly on a hype track
I set it off with my own rhyme
'Cause I'm as ill as a convict who kills for phone time
I'm max like cassettes, I
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