The Enhancer - 25-2-Life lyrics

Welcome to San Quentin Prison Westblock And you don't run a motherf**in' thang in here So shut the f** up and keep your eyes facin' the wall My name is Lt. I Don't Give A f** Now stretch I just got of the grey goose Hear at San Quentin Westblock, I hear they be gettin' loose So allow me to scope the scene out And find my folks, relatives, real playaz, I know they turnin' it out Slangin' them thangs, police pop and now wit a Glock I'm lookin' for that buster, that truster who be callin' them shots Cause he's the same s**er who got my folks stuck Fool, he didn't give a f**, so why should I give a f**? Revenge is a motherf**er, Imma be that s**er ducker Creepin' wit my until blade you feel that mother All up in your testikels I turn you in to a vegetable Dissect that a**, yeah something extra-terrestrial Cause it's a different ballgame behind these walls And if ya soft than all the n***as gone get them drawz And take ya manhood, you can't have it back silly rabbit Now you gone call up your b**h And tell her they turned you into a f*ggot Chorus: Ya best ta think twice, cause it ain't nathen nice What you wanna do, one of them foolz wit 25-2-Life And if ya never did time before That means you keep it legit, makin' it smooth Handlin' business, stay on your toes Man, they got me in this orange jumpsuit I'm goin' crazy as hell, live in a cell, sippin' cup of noodle soup I know they think a n***a's gone insane Because I stood at this funny style motherf**er ... He was out to get me first, I just happened to get him quicker A victim of circumstances, plus my blade was much thicker You wanna be gangsters behind these walls it's so much drama I done seen the hardest n***a switch up and call home to momma There's really no guarantee you make it to society So all you perpetrator gonna find out what you wanna be Just a few words, some game plus a little advice I got from my O.G. in the pen servin' the 25-2-Life Chorus I hear you claim to be the hardest induvidual Can't nobody fade you, your mentality is more like criminal Whenever there's drama or funk they say you handle the static Yeah, you tha man, you and that fully automatic Stepped up and swept up every turf wit disagreements And every b**h that havin' a bowl of some of that ... But ain't it a shame you can only travel across the streets to the store They don't even trust you and that mother cause you robbed it before Got you a sack of that yack and snored it, and snored it up Than robbed another n***a the cut cause you didn't give a f** Everybody is blessed wit tha devil, he be a motherf**er Get him off your back, get 'em off yo back before you k** your brother On some of that kokane sh** gets crazy I done seen it Waked up the next day talkin' bout man I really didn't mean it Lost all your love and all your trust, somebody is f**in' your wife You shot that n***a, that's why you servin' 25-2-Life Chorus