Real niggas
  (Let's make this official, baby)
  Real before rappin
  Respect before success
  
  [ Harm ]
  I've been down
  For oh so long
  Starin at these prison walls
  
  I want you to...
  Step in my 150s for a minute
  Step in my shoes
  Walk in my shoes
  Yeah
  Just want you to see things like how I see em
  You know
  This's for all my niggas out there
  Check it out
  
  Bottom bunk, sleepin in a 2 man cell
  C.O. at my do', and I'm mad as hell
  Punk police cowboy from Texas
  Talkin some shit bout servin breakfast
  It's 5:15, he must be psycho
  Or just plain stupid for thinkin I might go
  I cussed him out, he gave me distance
  And pressed his body alarm for quick assistance
  Now these muthafuckas wanna do it the rough way
  Five C.O.'s is what it takes to cuff Dre
  Straight to the hole, but it ain't no thang
  My celly got dank, so I'm Kool & The Gang
  See the lt. for the disposition
  28 days commissary restriction
  2 days later back on the main line
  Dopefiend's dose, so I go claim mine
  25 cartons, now I'm straight
  Keep 17, and the homeboys 8
  Cop some hop, start back boomin
  Got em sendin money on the Western Union
  2 fat gramms of that china white
  Gon' have these dopefiends tryin to fight
  Grabbed 3 cartons to coop some dank
  And 5 whole packs for some hoops to drink
  Now I'm chillin in my cell lookin out the window
  Drinkin pruno, smokin indo
  Grabbed my shank, but when I'm finsta bounce
  They lock a nigga down for resistance counts
  Look at Jack Brooks while I'm waitin
  Might even do a little masturbatin
  Trippin off that bitch Dominique
  I bust one quick while my celly sleep
  Doors rack open, now it's time for movement
  Goddamn pruno got a nigga too bent
  Bounce to the movies with my homies
  The title sound good, but the shit was phoney
  Damn cigarettes won't let me breathe
  Niggas gettin restless, wantin to leave
  The lights flash on, quick as fuck
  Somebody in the bathroom just got stuck
  If he makes it, he'll be lucky
  Six inch blade stuck straight in gutry
  25 cops rush the spot
  Now I got one-time on my jock
  Stash my shank underneath the seat
  And make sure no blood is on my feet
  Punk police wanna take me down
  They put me on the wall and they shake me down
  Now it's back to the block strapless
  But I got two mo' in my matress
  One mo' time I peep the cops
  Fuckin with them boys from Great Street, Watts
  I said, "Punk muthafucka, won't you leave em the hell alone"
  Down to the 3rd and got on the telephone
  Called my bitch, but she showed me no love
  Got on the phone, shot me a cold dove
  She said she can't talk, she got a sore throat
  But she probably gettin fucked by a sport coat
  I'm goin through it
  
  Yeah
  Y'all real niggas know
  
  Yeah muthafucka
  I done been there and back boy
  I could tell you the story from rags to riches
  How I did time with fags and snitches
  That's real
  It's really real
  It's no drama
  It's really real
  Yeah
  Y'all niggas better go to school
  Tryina fuck with this nigga here, man
  It's the real
  Yeah
  Dick Down
  Freaky D
  Baby Rah
  T-Endo
  My niggas
  Ty-Ty
  Doin that federal shit
  
  Freak
  Freak, don't worry about nothin, man
  
  I've been down
  For oh so long
  Starin at these prison walls
  Same old song