Grand Daddy Iu Behind Bars Lyrics

Behind Bars Lyrics

[ VERSE 1 ]



Hey yo, this is dedicated to you small-time thugs



Those who hustle and boost and brothers who sell drugs



Yeah, the money is fast, but it ain't gon' last



Cause when the cops roll past, that ass is grass



Thought you'd never get caught, now you're no longer free



Sold a ki to a D.T., and now you're history



You fuss and cuss, but state time is a must



So you better get tough and learn to adjust



Yo, don't let the soap drop, or high when you smoke top



Or you'll be runnin yours, if not, get your dope chopped



So carry a shank and be prepared for war



Cause if you sleep you get beat and rushed to the floor



Now your sneakers are took before you even could hook



And now they're callin you panook and everything in the book



I tried to tell you from square one



A head-up fight is a rare one



There's no such thing as a fair one



So watch your back, jack, or you'll get attacked



Pimped-smacked and packed and carried out in a sack



With speed knots and lumps, stitch marks, and scars



Now you know, it ain't no joke behind bars







	(Like Elvis do the Jailhouse Rock)--> Kool G Rap







[ VERSE 2 ]



Fresh out the gut his first day back



He just did a state bid for possession of crack



Gained a couple of pounds, got a muscle up build



Shank marks in your gut from damn near gettin killed



Round the way with the guys you're tellin millions of lies



Of how you bust many heads and swoll many eyes



Now the boys on the block think that you was a hardrock



The neighborhood hero, cause you been in Comstock



They're ridin your tip and idolizin your name



But deep down in your heart you know that it's all game



Cause you was soft up north, livin small as a dwarf



And if you even coughed, you got your head knocked off



Beat you down to the ground, but then he took your manhood



Stole your booty hole, now you can't even stand good



Went out like a whimp, now you walk with a limp



You're some chimp, lookin simp, call yourself a pimp



The maytag on a tear, gettin poked in the rear



You can't disappear, you'll be here till next year



Either get bold or feel the pressure and fold



And just hope you can hold till you make parole



There's no glamorous girls, no jewelry or cars



Now you know, it ain't no joke behind bars







[ VERSE 3 ]



Just got knocked, and now you sit in the bullpen



You think of the block and all the money you pulled in



20s and 10s, plenty women and friends



Truck jewelry, and a brand-new Benz



Sittin high on a throne, livin like Al Capone



Callin Joan and Simone on a cellular phone



But you took a fall, now you make collect calls



Stuffin your chops with slop in the messhall



Your girl's on the street livin lower than low



She done smoked up your product and spent your dough



Oh, as for the boots - since you been gone



She been gettin it on with your man Rashan



Now he's wearin all your jewels and drivin your Benz



And to make it so bad, you used to be best friends



But even though that's foul, ain't a thing you can do



Cause you won't be comin home till 2002



Now you're just another name everybody forgot about



Got no clout, in jail gettin knocked out



With lumps in your head, stitch marks in your gut



Now the tears takin turns runnin trains in yo butt



Switchin like a bitch, wearin panties and bras



Now you know, it ain't no joke behind bars