[Juvenile:]
  I hate to be doin' 5 but 10 even worse
  I'ma take it before the district attourney strike worse
  Beside he know what I did and they got evidence
  And I'm not about to play with them people inteligence
  Muthafuckaz try to stay, peep me at my residence
  Chargin' me for homicide, they say it was negligent
  Fuck it, I'ma accept my lick when it come to me
  Now let me see how many of these bitches gon' run for me
  Shit, my breath funky with a migraine headache
  Big pissed off cause I know I made a mistake
  But that's what I get fuckin' with pussy ass niggaz
  And 2 dollar hoes that'll trade you for cash figures
  They did that. but I got a way to get 'em back
  Not with the police though Juve ain't no rat
  Nigga tell me shit I done fallen for the end
  And you woulda had that dick look when you'd caught that 10
    [Chorus:[ Juvenile (2x)]]
  You gon' take 'em (Five)
  Are you gon' take that shit to trial
  And gon' be denied
  Violate probation when you just got caught, with that ride
  That alibi ain't gon' work
  Ain't it some hotter niggaz from out that 3 be doin' that dirt
    [Juvenile:]
  All the money in the world can't even move you
  Your lawyers tryin' to fuck you, the judge tryin' to lose you
  The district attourney don't give a fuck about y'all
  Cause he gotta run run for office again in the fall
  So everything he cross examine he tryin' to fuck over
  Grudges on his shoulder, tryin' to read his quota
  You wastin' ya time boy when you wastin' they time
  Cause they'll start off with a nickel and try and give you a dime
  You think I'm lyin', go ask my cousin KC
  You think I'm lyin', go ask my cousin Ducky
  Both of my niggaz just cam home from doin' a bit
  Both of my niggaz know what encarceration is
  Lil Daddy, you fightin' a war you can't win
  Your guilty as charged soon as them people stand up in
  So accept ya lick, you got caught with more than a brick
  And you ain't gon see the streets 'til two-thousand and six
    [Chorus:[ Juvenile (2x)]]
    [Juvenile:]
  It's sharks out here boy, niggaz be rattin'
  You be up in penitentiary and don't know what happened
  Law, you're tellin' me you're wanted for murder and kidknappin'
  Short on they information so they lyin' and scrappin'
  You don't want to be in jail that ain't you're place
  When your child graduate you gon' look her in the face
  Tell her lil wodie out there hustlin' somewhere across the nation
  All in the projects, take that probation
  Believe it or not, you be up in the cell block
  Far away from home where you can't eeven sell rocks
  Bitches ain't on your side like up in the bricks
  Cause once you up in the jailhouse they searchin' for that dick
  Sco' no, cho' no, I'm single
  My man up in jail, I can still mingle
  I'm my own woman, fuck who, what, or when
  My man can't whip me, cause he doin' ten
    [Chorus:[ Juvenile (4x)]]