Artist: Magic, Blaxuede, Fiend Album: OZ soundtrack Song: Incarcerated Typed by: compbuttons@hotmail.com [Fiend talking] So what cha' back here for Yeah, ya doin' time Want cha' to meet some people of mine, ya heard me Over here we got ,uh, David Banner, Tira, Fiend Head counts to Mr. Magic, Blaxuede And we gon' do it like this here, ya heard me [Hook: Magic & Fiend ] (x2) They got us incarcerated (Damn) 20 to life is what I'm facing (Said talk to em') Can't seem to get away from the cases (Say damn) My freedom is the only thing I'm chasing (Gotta talk to em') [Magic] Look, they got me locked up in O-Z Stay the fuck from around me, ya niggas don't know me Ya cross me, ya better down me Better ask, I'm a hustler Sharpen up the toothbrush and go for the jugular You see me holdin' on these hind bars Screamin' fuck the world ready to go to war I stay focused, keep my eyes on the uniforms They laugh with us but them bitches wanna do us harm I'm pumpin' iron you can see the fire in my eyes Whoppin' you motherfuckers, prepare to tire Incarcerate me if you wanna but my mind gon' always be free And on the streets nigga remember that they shootin' at me I can't get used to this food, this shit is making me sick Plus half these niggas in here done took that dick Head hurtin' waitin' on my day to escape But fuck the barbwire I'm goin' over the gate [Hook x2] [Blaxuede] Hold up, who the fuck is you bitch, label me a criminal Deal with any nigga when doin' times get critical Cops crewed out cause I was tryin' to get too physical Now I'm in this room, coughing and raising my genitals Behind bars, fist fights in the yard I'ma dodge spending nights in the morgue Look, more ticket to spend his life with the Lord He think he make it out, take it out Now my cellmate talkin' bout breakin' out Look, I told that fool it was impossible Too much of an obstacle If you get caught you know what them cops'll do He had to quit more time, personal hospital Actin' like he didn't know them people rotten too Don't he look familiar, niggas in chains You make me wanna kill ya, ya think it's a game His uniform and his badge make him think he the man I can't take it, have to face it, the people got us [Hook x2] [Fiend] I got partners that ain't never comin' home Two collect calls on the phone Still touch the street cause I Jones Still cuss the heat cause of Jones Fuck a bitch that you own Behind bars that'll never be chrome Where ever T on, let it be known His mind gone Roam and become straight throne Graduated from col, heard he got moved from Californ Pumpin' it out the crib got him caught Two miles from the state dramas Eight blocks from the Magnolia If he don't speak soldier he over So he got it from the dirty and trife Got familiar with the skills, I done murdered for stripes Break the guard for the last time, it was my last time talkin' to him You wanna see him, be a dead man walkin' to him Unless he died from natural cause, they'll execute his ass tomorrow [Hook x2]