I've Been Down

Let's make this official, baby

Real before rapping, respect before success

I want you to step in my one-five-oh's for a minute

(Staring at these prison walls) Walk in my shoes

(I've been down for so long) Yeah, just want you to see things how I see

(Staring at these prison walls) For all my **** locked up

Check it out

Bottom bunk, sleeping in a two man cell

C.O at my door 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 plan stupid for thinking I might go

I cussed him out and he gave me distance

But pressed his body alarm for quick assistance

Now these muthafucker's 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 thing

My celly got dank, so I'm cool in the gang

See the LT for the disposition

Twenty eight days, commissary restriction

Two days later, back on the main line

Dope fiends owe, so I go claim mine

Twenty five cartons, now I'm straight

Keep seventeen and the homeboys eight

Cop some hop, start back booming

Got 'em sending money on the Western Union

Two fat grams of that China White

Gon' have these dope fiend's tryna fight

Grab three cartons to coop some dank

And five more packs for some hoops to drink

Now, I'm chillin' in my cell, looking out the window

Drinkin' pruno, smokin' indo

Grab my shank but when I'm finsta bounce

They lock a **** down for a census count

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 **** too bent

Bounce to the movies with my homies

The title sound good, but the shit was phony

Damn cigarettes won't let me breathe

****'s 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 the gutry

Twenty five 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 want to 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 mattress

One mo' time, I peep the cops

Fuckin' with them boys from Grape Street, Watts

I said, punk muthafucka, won't you leave 'em the hell alone?

Down to the third tier and got on the telephone

Called my bitch, but she showed me no love

Got on the phone, she shot me a cold look

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 **** know

(I've been down for so long) Yeah, muthafucka

I done been there and back, boy

(Staring at these prison walls) I could tell you the story from rags to riches

(Same old song) And how I did time with the fags and snitches

(I've been down oh so long) That's real, that's really real

(Staring at these prison walls) No drama, it's really real

(Same old song) Mac Dre, yeah

(I've been down oh so long) Y'all **** better go to school

Tryna fuck with this **** here, man

(Staring at these prison walls) It's the real

(Same old song) Yeah, dick down, freaky D, baby Rah

(I've been down oh so long) T-Endo, my ****, Ty-Ty

(Staring at these prison walls) Doin' that federal shit

(It's the same old song)

(I've been down for so long)

(Staring at these prison walls)

(Same old song)

(I've been down for so long) Let me hear that back

(Staring at these prison walls)

(Same old song)

(I've been down for so long)

(Staring at these prison walls)

(Same old song)