Shieet... nikka lemme tell you
What you know about twenty-three and one
Locked down all day, underground, neva seein' the sun
Vision stripped from you, neva seein' your son
You got bricks on the strip, neva see 'em get done
What you know about all day
Them Little Debbies and them Chi Chi's, they makin' you sick
You gotta wash out your drawers same water you shyt
Brush, gargle, and spit same water you piss
You down wit this nikka, you done killed his brotha
But dog, don't think he don't know it
Think he a sucker cuz he don't show it
Paybacks a muthafukka, and he won't blow it
What you know about them 4 letters, not the kind you write
Or the kind you sit down and type
Sign at the margin, get it right
I'm talkin' 'bout that real time
Life like Eddie or Martin
Ta my nikkas, that's up the fort
When I get there fukk a pack, hand me a log
And a push rod toilet sword
So when I hit these nikkas up they can't call the guards
[Chorus]
Tell me what your life like
shyt, mines is real
Everything signed is sealed
Tell me what your life like
nikka, mines is real
Everything signed is sealed
Tell me what your life like
shyt, mines is real
Everything signed is sealed
Tell me what your life like
nikka, mines is real
Everything signed is sealed