OZ Soundtrack

[Hook x2]<br>Behind these walls ain`t no sunshine<br>These dirty crackers steady scratchin` niggas off the grind<br>Ho you can`t do the time then don`t do the crime<br>You got to handle your`s like a man, I`ma handle mine<br><br>[Verse 1]<br>Breakin` the door, while them guards lookin` the other way<br>Rapings and murders, man this shit take place every day<br>It`s a livin` hell in this jail, males attracted to males<br>Loud screams and yells comin` from a cell on block twelve<br>You can`t show em` ya scared, nigga if ya do ya dead<br>They the first to rip off a side of a bitch nigga head<br>Now I`m sleepin on my back with my boots on in my bed<br>See a nigga got stuck and the guard just stood there while he bled<br>And as the chicken died I was thinkin` bout his mama<br>And who gon` break the news of how he got caught in the drama<br>Can`t trust the white ones, black ones, Puerto Ricans, or the Mexicans<br>Gotta turn my toothbrush into a sharp blade for my protection<br>And I`ma stick it deep in the flesh, of that nigga who test<br>Put him to rest, and leave him in a red mess<br>It`s a whole nother world behind this wall, don`t come down here<br>I see ya slip ya better straighten up before ya fall<br><br>[Hook x2]<br><br>[Verse 2]<br>Dear mama, I`m writing ya from the state pen<br>I`m in this hole again, denied for parole once again<br>See in here it ain`t no friends, it`s do or ya die<br>Shank or get shanked, at night grown men cry<br>Madder than a fuck cause they trapped by the state<br>Conversations bout suicide, cryin` to his roommate<br>And roommate the next one that got this nigga swangin`<br>Damn, caught a rope by his neck hangin`<br>I got to thinkin` about death in all kinds of ways<br>Pull a nigga shank up in this bitch, I`m goin` the other way<br>The only thing I can look forward to is death<br>And at the rate I`m goin` I got to many years left<br>That`s why I be actin` up, cause I be crackin` up<br>Layin in a stiff ass bed, in a cell with hard lead<br>This type of shit`ll make a weak nigga turn gay<br>Promise to split ya dome if ya look at me the wrong way<br><br>[Hook x2]<br><br>[Verse 3]<br>What cha` gonna do when them lights go out, nigga<br>What cha` gonna do when them fights break out<br>What cha` gonna do when them fools start riotin`<br>Is you gon` be fightin` like a man or hidin`<br>What cha` gonna do when you approached with that gay shit<br>Go in his grill or get punked and don`t say shit<br>If you a man you gon` stand, understand what I`m sayin`<br>From the streets to the cell, for survival`s what I`m prayin`<br><br>[Verse 4]<br>Every time I turn around I`m starin` at a cop<br>Pig circlin` my block, tryin` to catch me with rocks<br>Whether it`s rain, snow, sleet, or shine I`m out on the grind<br>Niggas yell hoody hoo when they see one time<br>Man these streets fucked up, cause these crackers playin this<br>Now I`m spinnin` every day, takin` these penitentiary chances<br>I`m a straight up hustler so I can do nothin` but advise you<br>Don`t get caught out on this grind cause these crackers gon` hind you<br><br>[Hook x2]<br><br>[Ad-Libs]<br><br>[Hook x2]<br><br>[Ad-libs to fade]