Concrete Hell Lyrics

Concrete Hell

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This is for all ma motherfucking niggaz that's in the penitentiary

all the ma motherfucking niggaz that's on the row

all the ma motherfucking niggaz that trying to get muthafuckin bail,

that aint born with the muthafucking police

I aint born in the muthafucking penitentiary coz a nigga escaped

this for all them muthafucking niggaz who on that muthafucking privacy union

all the real gh niggaz on the Darington unioun

and real murdering age niggaz on the coalfield union

all them niggaz thats on death row, niggaz stay up

now peek what these muthafucking Fifth Ward Boyz coming from



Checkers on my feet as I creep thru a long line of drugdealaz and killaz

thugz, riffers and hoodlums, og's and nooboots

lookin at me mean wanting to point a finger

thinking I'm comin behind these walls to be a winner

they got me fucked up just because am black down and still a souldier

ain't gonna be one till am much older

but these riffers got me caught up in a cross so i louse

callin some big pink muthafucker bouts

aint that a bitch [biatch] i never thought that shit would go this way

E-rock the stupid punk and 1995 slave

I fold ma nuts coz these fingers got me trippin daily

i made a shade just in case these foolz wanna fade me

this lifestyle aint much different from the hood so

you can eat but pick the scars later on my throat

i seen a bunch of niggaz comin here like heroes

i seen a bunch of niggaz turned into some straight hoes

am too strong for a suicide

i rather lay my timer like a jig unless they kill me

third block fifteenth cell

representing Fifth Rard, in this Concrete Hell



You know these homes got me canned in a cell

never thought that i would be in jail for another nigga, but now i am

and i can still hear the judge when he said 25

see ma mamma cry now am fucked up inside

am in the wrong place at the wrong time

hoping it's a dream and i wake up at any time

only 17 when i came in now am 24

doing day for day i gots to do me 18 more

collect calls keep me talking to ma son

tell him daddy love him and i won't be gone for long

talk to all ma hoez and ma bitches and ma niggaz

tell em sis a peach you know a nigga mission

tryina maintain keep the strain out ma brain

gotta box of game and a number for a name

342036 is ma id number

my head is fucked up coz the prison took me under

a stright G looking up to the OG

tryin to beat game like the Gs before me

and now am living life in a cell

trying not to lose ma mind, in this Concrete Hell



I was sentenced to life without parole in a day

am sitting in my 6 5 8 with ma focus on half way

the warden and the boss wants to show love nigga

Aaron Hood nigga wants to show love

but i came at ya, push ya, kiss a nigga shit

refresh the game around and let a nigga turn me bitch

so i grab the anger with a slanger niggaz thought i was crazy

mean mugging bitch couldn't change the way i acts

am falling yo am locked down harrased out

push me over to the edge, losing blood when i passed out

the walls are closing in and am curling in a corner

silent, ready to cause a riot in a dialect

a nigga gets stuck in this bitch

keep him catching a chase coz a murderer never never heard of ya

everybodys all for self, you cant do another niggaz time

watch the shank and read the shadow line

a nigga was just denied by parole

so am down to do nigga in the hole for sure

flashbacks hit a nigga well

320 stitches left but OG stranded in this Concrete Hell