I've Been Down

Real niggers (Let's make this official, baby) Real before rappin Respect before success [ Harm ] I've been down For oh so long Starin at these prison walls I want you to... Step in my one five ohs for a minute Step in my shoes Walk in my shoes Yeah Just want you to see things like how I see em You know This is for all my niggers locked up Check it out Bottom bunk, sleepin' in a 2 man cell C.O. at my do', and I'm mad as hell Punk police cowboy from Texas Talkin some shit 'bout servin' breakfast It's 5:15, he must be psycho Or just plain stupid for thinkin' I might go I cussed him out, he gave me distance And pressed his body alarm for quick assistance Now these muthafuckas wanna do it the rough way Five C.O.'s is what it takes to cuff Dre Straight to the hole, but it ain't no thang My celly got dank so I'm Kool And The Gang See the L T for the disposition 28 days commissary restriction Two days later back on the main line Dopefiend's dose, so I go claim mine 25 cartons, now I'm straight Keep 17, give the homeboys 8 Cop some hop, start back boomin' Got em sendin' money on the Western Union 2 fat grams of that china white Gon' have these dopefiends tryin to fight Grabbed 3 cartons to coop some dank And 5 whole packs for some hoops to drink Now I'm chillin' in my cell lookin out the window Drinkin' pruno, smokin' indo Grabbed my shank, but when I'm finta' bounce They lock a nigger down for resistance counts Look at Jack Books while I'm waitin' Might even do a little masturbatin' Trippin' off that bitch Dominique I bust one quick while my celly sleep Doors rack open, now it's time for movement Goddamn pruno got a nigger too bent Bounce to the movies with my homies The title sound good but the shit was phoney Damn cigarettes won't let me breathe Niggers gettin' restless, wantin' to leave The lights flash on, quick as fuck Somebody in the bathroom just got stuck If he makes it, he'll be lucky Six inch blade stuck straight in gutry 25 cops rush the spot Now I got one-time on my jock Stash my shank underneath the seat And make sure no blood is on my feet Punk police wanna take me down They put me on the wall and they shake me down Now it's back to the block strapless But I got two mo' in my mattress One mo' time I peep the cops Fuckin' with them boys from GrapeStreet, Watts I said, "Punk muthafucka, won't you leave 'em the hell alone" Down to the third tier and got on the telephone Called my bitch, but she showed me no love Got on the phone, shot me a cold dove She said she can't talk, she got a sore throat But she probably gettin' fucked by a sport coat I'm goin' through it Yeah Y'all real niggers know Yeah muthafucka I done been there and back boy I could tell you the story from rags to riches How I did time with fags and snitches That's real It's really real It's no drama It's really real Yeah Y'all niggers better go to school Tryina fuck with this nigger here, man It's the real Yeah Dick Down Freaky D Baby Rah T-Endo My niggers Ty-Ty Doin that federal shit Freak Freak, don't worry about nothin', man I've been down For oh so long Starin' at these prison walls Same old song