[Verse 1: Game]
I was sentenced to a 5 album deal in '02
Spent the next couple years trying to figure out who was who

Met this New York ^!$$% they called him Boo Boo
So we chopped it on the yard and he put me down with his crew
We was the hardest ^!$$%s in the penitentiary

Got a little bigger since Jimmy Iovine sentenced me
Sat back in my cell and wrote The Documentary
I ain't make no friends in jail, just enemies

A lot of bad memories, $#&@ed up tendencies
Even bumped heads with this Young Buck from Tennessee
Say he got connects in Nashville got them 10 a key

%#@!, we finna see, ^!$$% knew I been a G
Never needed The Unit, that's how them ^!$$%s remembered me
Yo c.o. coming I'm a holla in a minute B

^!$$%s on the yard tripping, I ain't got the energy
Had a couple jail fights them ^!$$%s couldn't finish me


[Hook: Game]
25 to life
No $#&@ing corona

Just animals in this (*##$ and I ain't trusting a soul
So while I'm up in here I might as well make the best of it
And pray to the lord he take care of the rest of it

25 to life
Got me feeling like I'm stuck
Only reason I survived because I don't give a $#&@

Nothing but bad luck
And I ain't never cried a tear
Never going home, ^!$$% $#&@ around and die here


[Verse 2: Game]
I'm getting sick and tired of these newcomers

I've been locked up for more than a few summers
Still gotta do numbers, still gotta do numbers
Looking at pictures of Keri Hilson on the wall, dick hard as a cucumber

Relax my mind, hit the yard and shoot a few jumpers
Really wanna shoot something, who the $#&@ wanna do something
This [?] named [?]

Told me I was the hardest ^!$$% to ever hit the yard since Pac was on Death Row
I'm about to go $#&@ with my ^!$$%s on D block
Cause he know what to do when these ^!$$%s be taking cheap shots

Ask a ^!$$% how long he got, he said about 9
Then we start having conversations about Shyne
Homie just got out, %#@! it's about time

We click cause he about his and ^!$$% I'm about mine
So not near a ^!$$% here can talk about Shyne and Lil Wayne neither
Get your #~!!@ $$# outlined


[Hook: Game]


[Verse 3: Game]
^!$$%s ain't stopping me
Especially with me and my ^!$$% [?] state property

I could feel it in the air
^!$$%s up in here is scared
^!$$%s up in here is queers

^!$$%s up in here is dead
I think you a c.o
I think you a fed

Snitches get stitches that's the type of %#@! we do in here
Who the $#&@ is you in here
You $#&@ing with a killer

Better have a lion heart $#&@ing with a dealer
Reputations get ruined here play the game to win
Guns, I pack 10, the UCLA Bruin here

None of you fresh fish ^!$$%s couldn't do a year
Let alone a life sentence
I know R&B ^!$$%s harder than ya'll

^!$$% Lyfe Jennings
Lloyd tried to rob my bank and got his $#&@ing life ended
Now that I think about it dog, I'm starting to like prison

Next ^!$$%s get out of line I stick my knife in them

[Hook: Game]