Hands of a Dead Man lyrics

[Verse-1]

As they shackled and chained me for a murder case
Out the hood on my way to CYA
And from CYA to the Pembrooke
If they find the murder weapon I get 10 more
But just like a g I remained calm
No witnesses a few more weeks I'll be going home
But as the f*cking police car drove off g
I started thinking about my motherf*cking family
About the dope game must of been the wrong move
I still here my pops saying n*gga stay in school
But once you shackled and chained ain't no turning back
You get in front of the judge n*gga you can tell your facts
I fell asleep in the back of the cop car
Woke up ?? bout a mothaf*cking phone call
And as they booked me I had a mouthful of crack
And when I sh*t tonight b*tch I'm gone get it back
I must be daydreaming I'm thinking about my b*tch
Til this motherf*cker woke me up and cough quick
And as they checked me butt naked and balls dangling
With 50 other motherf*ckers in the shower saying


Yo man check this out
You gotta sleep with one eye open and one eye closed fool
This your first time in jail n*gga gone need some friends
By the way youngster what's your name


[Verse-2]

You can call me killer on the streets its the dopeman
And like Scarface you gotta let your nuts hang
I put my Glock up to a fool don't move g
See in 94 suckers catching lugies
But ain't nobody tripping on the black man
You either learn to dope deal or you gang bang
See in the ghetto a life don't mean sh*t
And most blacks they don't know about politics
And once you marked for death than your ass is smoked
Cause n*ggas dying young in the ghetto
Gang banging that can get you 40 to life
So choose your casket red, blue or white
And once you gone ain't no motherf*cking coming back
The way you live is the way you gone die black
Glocks pulled on this sucker for selling dope
n*gga owe me money so you know he gotta go
f*cking with my stash I'm gone kick that ass
Spend 17 rounds as they stuff him in a bodybag
Even though I know I'm living f*cking ignorant
I guess that's the sh*t that got me in the pen
But since I'm in, I guess I got to hold my ground
Make a second case so motherf*ckers ?? down
Hit the weights on a motherf*cking daily basis
And keep my mouth closed and always remember faces
Cause once you in jail you ain't nothing but a number black
You never know when the f*cker going to call you back
I'd rather sleep in some motherf*cking quick sand
They killed my celly have you ever held the hands of a dead man
(Chorus x4)
Have you ever held the hand of a dead man