Grand Daddy I.U. - Behind Bars Lyrics
[ VERSE 1 ]Hey yo, this is dedicated to you small-time thugsThose who hustle and boost and brothers who sell drugsYeah, the money is fast, but it ain't gon' lastCause when the cops roll past, that ass is grassThought you'd never get caught, now you're no longer freeSold a ki to a D.T., and now you're historyYou fuss and cuss, but state time is a mustSo you better get tough and learn to adjustYo, don't let the soap drop, or high when you smoke topOr you'll be runnin yours, if not, get your dope choppedSo carry a shank and be prepared for warCause if you sleep you get beat and rushed to the floorNow your sneakers are took before you even could hookAnd now they're callin you panook and everything in the bookI tried to tell you from square oneA head-up fight is a rare oneThere's no such thing as a fair oneSo watch your back, jack, or you'll get attackedPimped-smacked and packed and carried out in a sackWith speed knots and lumps, stitch marks, and scarsNow you know, it ain't no joke behind bars (Like Elvis do the Jailhouse Rock)--> Kool G Rap[ VERSE 2 ]Fresh out the gut his first day backHe just did a state bid for possession of crackGained a couple of pounds, got a muscle up buildShank marks in your gut from damn near gettin killedRound the way with the guys you're tellin millions of liesOf how you bust many heads and swoll many eyesNow the boys on the block think that you was a hardrockThe neighborhood hero, cause you been in ComstockThey're ridin your tip and idolizin your nameBut deep down in your heart you know that it's all gameCause you was soft up north, livin small as a dwarfAnd if you even coughed, you got your head knocked offBeat you down to the ground, but then he took your manhoodStole your booty hole, now you can't even stand goodWent out like a whimp, now you walk with a limpYou're some chimp, lookin simp, call yourself a pimpThe maytag on a tear, gettin poked in the rearYou can't disappear, you'll be here till next yearEither get bold or feel the pressure and foldAnd just hope you can hold till you make paroleThere's no glamorous girls, no jewelry or carsNow you know, it ain't no joke behind bars[ VERSE 3 ]Just got knocked, and now you sit in the bullpenYou think of the block and all the money you pulled in20s and 10s, plenty women and friendsTruck jewelry, and a brand-new BenzSittin high on a throne, livin like Al CaponeCallin Joan and Simone on a cellular phoneBut you took a fall, now you make collect callsStuffin your chops with slop in the messhallYour girl's on the street livin lower than lowShe done smoked up your product and spent your doughOh, as for the boots - since you been goneShe been gettin it on with your man RashanNow he's wearin all your jewels and drivin your BenzAnd to make it so bad, you used to be best friendsBut even though that's foul, ain't a thing you can doCause you won't be comin home till 2002Now you're just another name everybody forgot aboutGot no clout, in jail gettin knocked outWith lumps in your head, stitch marks in your gutNow the tears takin turns runnin trains in yo buttSwitchin like a *****, wearin panties and brasNow you know, it ain't no joke behind bars
