[Just Step Prelude] Lyrics

Sometimes I wish I had three different faces
I'm going to court for three cases in three places
One in Queens Manhattan one in Brooklyn
The way things is looking I'ma see central bookings
Facing 3, 3 to 9 is mad time
After re-concurrence for a**ault 2-9
I gotta maintain 'cause stress on the brain
Can lead to a m************ suicide thing
And plus my probation, a ill violation
How the f*** did I get in this tight situation?
I'm going all out you know moves I never fake
And f*** the Jake, they can catch me at my wake
And if I did burn a bag of blade
Put the light in the air sometimes I just don't care
Son I got plans, power movements, get on some rude s***
I keep living like this, I might lose it
My man is coming home from doing long a** bids
What up Kiko? I ain't seen your a** since we was kids
It's all strange; my n***** locked down thinking long range
And see their names in the Daily News third page
They sent a kite to my n**** Killa
It only took one sword to put seven holes in his squealer
A 3 to 9 spending most of his time inside the bin
Reclined, and still came home with a shine
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