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I coulda sworn I seen the mothaf*cka in my cell
Goin' through my personal effects
He fingers, fingerin' my cigarettes
Came out like nothin' was was happenin', whistlin' he tune
So I mooshed his ass like,"Move, mothaf*cka, make room.
Hey, ain't that my cigarette hangin' off the tip of yo lip?!"
I ain't even give him a chance for he confession, just leveled his ass with all that aggression
Lefts, rights to the dolex
Ha ha ha
Foots to the chest, uppercuts to the grill
I'm like "KILL", he's like "CHILL"!!
Take that for me even bein' in this place
Take that for that f*ckin' C.O. baton across my face
Feel that for that lawyer who ain't give two f*cks about me
And feel this, feel this... for me bein' enslaved by poverty
Mothaf*cka
Gimme them damn cigarettes
Oh, these is Marlboros, I don't smoke these.