Going Up The River

I’m going up the river... I’m servin time for another murder... and just cuz I didn’t wanna please’em... and now the judge snatched away my freedom... DA... DA... I’m loadin up the chamber... a Hustler’s life in so much danger... so I live and I die by the Banger... yea life and death at the tip of my Fangers... DA... DA...


V.1
Bullet in the Chamber... Fo’ Left in the Clip... I’m bout to let some of this Anger off... my Gun to your lips...

Yea I’m expressin Myself... they say it’s best for my health... in my left hand I got what makes a Man’s chest melt...

I pull the Trigger so them Grave diggers ain’t Unemployed... I’m use to dealin witchooo brave Niggas eyein my Toys...

Brain damaged from the hood... Got my sawed Off that use to be expanded... yea I’m good...

get your hips blowed off... Death Call... to the Ones that piss my dip-set off...

Have you layin there Stiff in a Pool of Blood... Twelve swarmin through tryin to sweat the whole hood...

Got me surrounded like I better put my hands up... ain’t no use in playin friendly... time to Man Up...

I ain’t no Super hero... shootin at the Cops... I’m battin two for Zero... and knowin me... I’ll smoke you and go have a Gyro...

And Knowin Me... I’ll smoke you and go have a gyro... and Knowin Me...


I’m going up the river... I’m servin time for another murder... and just cuz I didn’t wanna please’em... and now the judge snatched away my freedom... DA... DA... I’m loadin up the chamber... a Hustler’s life in so much danger... so I live and I die by the Banger... yea life and death at the tip of my Fangers... DA... DA...


V.2
Kept my mouth shut... but maybe that’s what Gangsters do... and every Cop I met... I probably oughta thank you too...

Claim that I’m innocent... I’mma be aiight... yea all my homeys in the Prisons and... Knowin how I’m feelin and...

Trapped in this prison cell... caught up in the precinct... sangin Blues... with the homeys... all of us on Instincts...

Countin Down... day for day... and Waitin on the years to pass... got my shank... and my balls... always go to Sleep last...

First bid... ain’t no thang... I been through this as a Kid.... juvenile... lil Wayne... I’m what they just said they did...

Got me goin Up the River... puttin Bullets in his Liver... Money... Power... Squeeze the Trigger...

Home sick... murder town... purple bags... purple pounds... won’t survive a Hunid rounds... That’s the way my City play...

Fifty Cals... H... K... Forties... Pumps... A... Ks.... infrareds... murder Craze... Fifty cals... H... Ks.... Forties... Pumps... A... Ks... infrareds.... MuRder craze....


I’m going up the river... I’m servin time for another murder... and just cuz I didn’t wanna please’em... and now the judge snatched away my freedom... DA... DA... I’m loadin up the chamber... a Hustler’s life in so much danger... so I live and I die by the Banger... yea life and death at the tip of my Fangers... DA... DA...


V.3
Ain’t no Peace... it’s Prison time... Grave yards and police... Mob Life... step to me... you’ll never see your Son or Niece...

Hope you love your Nephews... Enough to never play with me... hope you love your daughter... yea... you probably better Pray For Me...

Skipped out on them Homi charges... Body bags is common here... Gun barrels down your throat... the mucus in your tonsils cleared...

Blood Splatters on your coat... and I ain’t gone regret it either... Murder Town... that’s my hood... ain’t even got a Movie theatre...

Born killer... six by nine... made wit our names on‘em... hope to hit the bricks again... my wrist don’t want them chains ⛓ on’em...

Same strip... Black Benz... for now that’s just a fantasy... horror stories... fairy tales... I dream about’em randomly...

Nightmares I’m havin up the river in a paddy wagon... they ain’t never been in there... why you think they always braggin...

Extradited from the County... new indictments everywhere... I don’t care how they write it... I skipped out electric chairs...


I’m going up the river... I’m servin time for another murder... and just cuz I didn’t wanna please’em... and now the judge snatched away my freedom... DA... DA... I’m loadin up the chamber... a Hustler’s life in so much danger... so I live and I die by the Banger... yea life and death at the tip of my Fangers... DA... DA...