What a Shame

[Noreaga] Nuclear War Report, dunn blew after court He claimed righteous, the God was jeweled down with ices My man locked up, in the beast, hit me on the jack ("Yo son, I need loot in this piece!") I got you, already blessed up, Carhartt, Tommy Hil' Guess appeal, accept collect call, and keep it real But I was locked for three, son, you didn't know me Your bitch had you too, told you, don't send me no loot But I survive in Green, shorty sent me cream, Adine Moms like, "them niggas ain't real in your team" Bring the court rap, my first weak, beef with the staff Son, where you was at? Called you on the jack Heard you moved from Iraq to Iran and cold ran Ran on me, but you supposed to be my family Tables turned, I'm in Zoo York, you up north I'm in the cockpit, coppin' Avirex shit You in the pen-ile (penal), straight foul with crocodile Pretty boy, my little man you like a little boy Taught you the crime life, you blame me, you weakling Yucked up, commissary low, now you thinkin' While you locked, I got the block locked with padlock Jealousy and envy, towards me Word got back to me, you got somethin' for me Musolini, yo come and see me [several samples from The Jones Girls "When I'm Gone"] [Royal Flush] Now when you got locked up, livin' plush, sneakers and such Always flipped it up, on the phone line, you ran it up Say you stressed and such, few niggas, you had to touch Plus the shit's rough, sendin' you balloons, weeded up Thug it up, keep it tight, cuz your girl ain't right It's all a struggle in life, to sell things and pay the price But I'm with you, can't let you down son, I miss you But back on the streets, the police want me with you It's official, I'm tryin' to blow them lands like a missile Holdin' my pistol, to keep it real when I'm with you Commissary got hit you, Latin Kings try to rip you Suffer razors an issue, blowin' niggas like a whistle COs is tryin' to snitch you, watch the beam before they frisk you So just lift weights, I'm layin' low until release date Word up, son. Can't wait 'til you come home... [more samples from The Jones Girls "When I'm Gone"] [Royal Flush] Direct sale, judge face to face, no bail Take it to trial, spend a year on the Isle First day, Sing-Sing, walkin through the gates Stuff's a shame, wild nigga walkin' with the link We was cellblocked, think about, Flush want the top Put my pictures up, relax for a minute, kick it up Watch the top cat, La Familia got the coke in that I need a part in that, fine tango, just give 'em cash Soup 'em up, make 'em feel wild as fuck, now what up? [Noreaga] I know my real family, new people try to be around me Try to surround me, gold teeth, ganja leaf Locked up chief, well let that be Doorags and kufis, gave me a razor, recruit me Now I'll slang, and contraband to the bing You workin' in the kitchen, ice-pick you, now you stitchin' You Scarface, lost ya face, is laced up So what? You got cut, then you told police Keep it real in the beast, same thing as the streets Wild cats tell, play PC inside a jail Yo me, did three, never in PC Stand freely, Musolini, we just a heemy Life in exile, people like we, penitentiary Did time, all evolve with crime Desert mind, police hit strip, caught mine What, what! What, what! What, what!