Raekwon, Ghostface Killah - Penitentiary lyrics
[Raekwon, Ghostface Killah - Penitentiary lyrics]
"Come here, pussy
Prosthetic heart-ass nigga, yo
Where them Levi's at, man, that
I left on your bunk, nigga?
Don't stand on the side of
This bunk no more, man, for real
You see them Rae and Ghost flicks over there
Nigga?"
"Yo, son, don't take no more flicks!"
"Don't touch them shit's, nigga
Word up, I'ma break both chains on ya ass
Nigga"
"Ayo, Bundy, make sure you crack Cell No
5 fifteen minutes early"
"yeah, yo, I got you
You want some of these donuts?"
"Nah, I'm good
Just make sure you handle my man right one!"
We up at Three Mart
Blowing little dust to lift the branch up
The watch he had was Bulgari, golden
Spanish kid let him hold it
He said he hit him with
Three cartons of menthols
The kid let him roll with it
The face had snow in it
The bass in his voice
Now, he's acting like he ain't
Rich and poor in it crock pots are steaming
Jasmine rice and Jack Mack
With cornflake batter, it's cold in here
10: 45, we lock in, pull out the headphones
Jump in the bunk, the tunes is knocking
Knowing all my goons is clocking
Two CO's is on the catwalk "Yo, Spoons
What's popping?"
"Yo, it ain't nothing, baby, you cool?"
"yeah, I'm getting that rest
You know that GED shit with the school?"
"True, guess that's what it do
But on the low
I got two big GemStars I'm sliding to you
Matter-fact, they gon' hide in your food
All you do is push the grit's out the way
Then you get up and move
Go to sleep, nigga, go 'head and rest
I'ma finish my count, I'ma set you out later
My dude one!"
Mop-wringer magic
Mess hall murder's the best
Come through the yard
Getting fed lead burgers (Yo)
Testing anything with bling, fresh sneakers
We the best teachers, true
Watch me move in the clink
Six AM, the cells unlock
Horn the child, I'm half-sleep, yo
Hearing the pots i see the same ice grills
Bum niggas talking to me with
Cold in they eye i can't finish my meal
Under the grit's, two pieces of steel
Then Spoon had left we got guns though
We trying to chill
Big Will walked in him and Seville
With blood in they eyes, early bird
Like they ready to kill
Mop-wringer magic
Mess hall murder's the best
Come through the yard
Getting fed lead burgers
Testing anything with bling, fresh sneakers
We the best teachers
True, watch me move in the clink
Mop-wringer magic
Mess hall murder's the best
Come through the yard
Getting fed lead burgers
Testing anything with bling, fresh sneakers
We the best teachers
True, watch me move in the clink
Prosthetic heart-ass nigga, yo
Where them Levi's at, man, that
I left on your bunk, nigga?
Don't stand on the side of
This bunk no more, man, for real
You see them Rae and Ghost flicks over there
Nigga?"
"Yo, son, don't take no more flicks!"
"Don't touch them shit's, nigga
Word up, I'ma break both chains on ya ass
Nigga"
"Ayo, Bundy, make sure you crack Cell No
5 fifteen minutes early"
"yeah, yo, I got you
You want some of these donuts?"
"Nah, I'm good
Just make sure you handle my man right one!"
We up at Three Mart
Blowing little dust to lift the branch up
The watch he had was Bulgari, golden
Spanish kid let him hold it
He said he hit him with
Three cartons of menthols
The kid let him roll with it
The face had snow in it
The bass in his voice
Now, he's acting like he ain't
Rich and poor in it crock pots are steaming
Jasmine rice and Jack Mack
With cornflake batter, it's cold in here
10: 45, we lock in, pull out the headphones
Jump in the bunk, the tunes is knocking
Knowing all my goons is clocking
Two CO's is on the catwalk "Yo, Spoons
What's popping?"
"Yo, it ain't nothing, baby, you cool?"
"yeah, I'm getting that rest
You know that GED shit with the school?"
"True, guess that's what it do
But on the low
I got two big GemStars I'm sliding to you
Matter-fact, they gon' hide in your food
All you do is push the grit's out the way
Then you get up and move
Go to sleep, nigga, go 'head and rest
I'ma finish my count, I'ma set you out later
My dude one!"
Mop-wringer magic
Mess hall murder's the best
Come through the yard
Getting fed lead burgers (Yo)
Testing anything with bling, fresh sneakers
We the best teachers, true
Watch me move in the clink
Six AM, the cells unlock
Horn the child, I'm half-sleep, yo
Hearing the pots i see the same ice grills
Bum niggas talking to me with
Cold in they eye i can't finish my meal
Under the grit's, two pieces of steel
Then Spoon had left we got guns though
We trying to chill
Big Will walked in him and Seville
With blood in they eyes, early bird
Like they ready to kill
Mop-wringer magic
Mess hall murder's the best
Come through the yard
Getting fed lead burgers
Testing anything with bling, fresh sneakers
We the best teachers
True, watch me move in the clink
Mop-wringer magic
Mess hall murder's the best
Come through the yard
Getting fed lead burgers
Testing anything with bling, fresh sneakers
We the best teachers
True, watch me move in the clink