Artist: Krayzie Bone Album: Oz soundtrack Song: Shackled Up Typed by: Khadafi662@aol.com As I wake up in the mornin, I jump up out a my bed Freedom is on my mind as I place this six by nine cell Nigga ain't seen daylight, they got me caged like, I'm runnin wild Just for tryna' feed myself, since they act like we ain't even here So I say, I've done no wrong, I wanna go home now Ain't tryna listen to that The niggas I used to call, they ain't pickin up the phone now Niggas know I'm trippin for that I miss my mama, brotha, sistas, man, I'm feelin so alone now Wish that I could go back I guess I'm payin the dues of a real true soldier (Chorus) It's so hard on the street so I packs my heat That's the life of a thug, any beef I keep I'm suited up to kill, all my enemies If you don't shoot I will, you ain't no friend of me Now that I'm livin in a cell, the tables are turned I never knew I had such a lesson to learn I'm shackled up from my hands to my shoes I'm so caught up I don't know what to do I got a letter in the mail from my girl, she let me know That I'm too thuggish for her world, so she need to let me go Plus her mama playa hatin sayin datin me is dangerous She don't think she should hang with thugs She probably better off though Run in back and tell the broad she can go, give my mama all my clothes The keys to my low-low to my brother Bitch, if niggas tell me you in my shit you will be fucked up This shit ain't right Lawyer say that ?? we got that bitch tonight He say she down to ride, with young niggas like me Two strikes and I violated my probation Plus they say they get me if they ever saw my face again So I, be spendin more time, as a Thug on the Line Did the crime so I'm doin the time (Chorus) Tomorrow mornin, I'm scheduled for the court room Voices in my head sayin, "Nigga, what you gon' do?" No soon, I be ridin that big blue bus Chained up with the killas and the thugs Tossed all night in my bunk, waitin for the judge to send me up I knew just what it was when I got cuffed That that would be the last time I would see the sun First I picture myself in jail, that vision wack Then I picture myself rollin my Cadillac Bounce, bounce, side to side, hittin switches Pullin off on them bitches, just tryna' get it But then I flash back 'cause my cell door slam Now I got to go see the man, damn Now we bailin down the hallway Niggas yellin, "keep it real," nigga always, always (Chorus)