25 To Life lyrics

[Verse 1: Game]

I was sentenced to a 5 album deal in '02
Spent the next couple years trying to figure out who was who
Met this New York n*gga they called him Boo Boo
So we chopped it on the yard and he put me down with his crew
We was the hardest n*ggas in the penitentiary
Got a little bigger since Jimmy Iovine sentenced me
Sat back in my cell and wrote The Doc*mentary
I ain't make no friends in jail, just enemies
A lot of bad memories, f*cked up tendencies
Even bumped heads with this Young Buck from Tennessee
Say he got connects in Nashville got them 10 a key
sh*t, we finna see, n*gga knew I been a G
Never needed The Unit, thats how them n*ggas remembered me
Yo C.O. coming I'mma holla in a minute B
n*ggas on the yard tripping, I ain't got the energy
Had a couple jail fights them n*ggas couldn't finish me

[Hook: Game]

25 to life
No f*cking Parole
Just animals in this b*tch and I ain't trusting a soul
So while im up in here I might as well make the best of it
And pray to the lord he take care of the rest of it
25 to life
Got me feeling like im stuck
Only reason I survived because I dont give a f*ck
Nothing but bad luck
And I ain't never cried a tear
Never going home, n*gga f*ck around and die here
[Verse 2: Game]

Im getting sick and tired of these newcomers
Ive been locked up for more than a few summers
Still gotta do numbers, still gotta do numbers
Looking at pictures of Keri Hilson on the wall, di*k hard as a cuc*mber
Relax my mind, hit the yard and shoot a few jumpers
Really wanna shoot something, who the f*ck wanna do something
This lifer named esco
Told me I was the hardest n*gga to ever hit the yard since Pac was on Death Row
Im about to go f*ck with my n*ggas on D block
Cause he know what to do when these n*ggas be taking cheap shots
Ask a n*gga how long he got, he said about 9
Then we start having conversations about Shyne
Homie just got out, sh*t its about time
We click cause he about his and n*gga im about mine
So not near a n*gga here can talk about Shyne and Lil Wayne neither
Get your pus*y ass outlined

[Hook: Game]

[Verse 3: Game]

n*ggas ain't stopping me
Especially with me and my n*gga Beans from state property
I could feel it in the air
n*ggas up in here is scared
n*ggas up in here is queers
n*ggas up in here is dead
I think you a c.o
I think you a fed
Snitches get stitches thats the type of sh*t we do in here
Who the f*ck is you in here
You f*cking with a killer
Better have a lion heart f*cking with a dealer
Reputations get ruined here play the game to win
Guns, I pack 10, the UCLA Bruin here
None of you fresh fish n*ggas couldn't do a year
Let alone a life sentence
I know R&B n*ggas harder than yall
n*gga Lyfe Jennings
Lloyd tried to rob my bank and got his f*cking life ended
Now that I think about it dog, im starting to like prison
Next n*ggas get out of line I stick my knife in them
[Hook: Game]