(feat. Inspectah Deck) [Intro: Carlton Fisk] Carlton Fisk, could you please come to the bubble? Inmate Carlton Fisk, could you please come to the bubble? Inmate 96-8-42-95, please come to the bubble? (Aiyo, what up?) Yo, you on the bailout (Say word!?) [Carlton Fisk:] I'm a fugitive, so I live my life on the run Got Lebron's on, 4 or 5 clips in my gun Police description, light skinned black male For charges, so heinous, the D.A. request no bail Shit, I'm out in the Coupe in Cali Fake driver's license, Rode-o Drive you know how I do Get 'em a shout out, baby girl, Animette with me to And she not a chicken head, but Ani' known to cock a tool or two In M.I.A., rock shades and a baldie A.T.L., dreads under my fitted, long as hell In New York, got a goatee and ice picked side burns Iceberg sweats and some icy whites on Don't sleep much, dream of all burnt mess halls And P.L.O., never fell off, even though I was last seen Up north, three balloons on your dance floor Then I got deuces aboard, made my C.R. I'm home now, the question, what type, the color car Get the S.C., 4-30 Lex', on some light shit Pray it's not you on my mind, when I write this Techniques, murderous speech, my thoughts is deep Three felonies, fuck, we kill the police I'm from Staten, you know how I do Gummy sole under suede shoes, 36 ways made to blaze you Made to blaze you... [Chorus: Inspectah Deck] I've been a gangster (for all my life) I've been a hustler (for all my life) I've been a criminal (for all my life) I've been hated on (for all my life) I've been a fugitive (for all my life) I've been doin' this (for all my life) I've been locked up (for all my life) I've been a problem (for all my life) [Carlton Fisk] Riker's Island in the '80's, Elmi' recession Taught me how to move, and make anything out of a weapon Old timers watching mace injections, how to deal with my problems Using my mind, 'stead of using aggression And this jewel is a learn hard lesson How to move around places, every day and headed hard as tested And you never get to know what rest is Everyday your family pray, that you make your minimum sentence Riker's Island, for the first time you get in the house Hit the Beacon, you gonna know what jail is about Plus, all the type of felons about And the red I.D. card, on a nigga, mean, it's weapons about Miss Perez on your dick, you better cum in her mouth It come in handy, when the E.R.U. searchin' your house From Up North to down state, Riker's and Sing-Sing Attica, Snake Pitch, Gods, Bloods and Kings Even Crips try'nna do they thing, but it's fucked up how The fake niggas try to break they grain Nigga, it's Carlton Fisk, I've been there, done it and seen it And the few spots I've locked, I've put my work indecent And we House Gang, P.L.O. Style, avoid the precinct [Chorus]
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Copy to Clipboard: (feat. Inspectah Deck) [Intro: Carlton Fisk] Carlton Fisk, could you please come to the bubble? Inmate Carlton Fisk, could you please come to the bubble? Inmate 96-8-42-95, please come to the bubble? (Aiyo, what up?) Yo, you on the bailout (Say word!?) [Carlton Fisk:] I'm a fugitive, so I live my life on the run Got Lebron's on, 4 or 5 clips in my gun Police description, light skinned black male For charges, so heinous, the D.A. request no bail Shit, I'm out in the Coupe in Cali Fake driver's license, Rode-o Drive you know how I do Get 'em a shout out, baby girl, Animette with me to And she not a chicken head, but Ani' known to cock a tool or two In M.I.A., rock shades and a baldie A.T.L., dreads under my fitted, long as hell In New York, got a goatee and ice picked side burns Iceberg sweats and some icy whites on Don't sleep much, dream of all burnt mess halls And P.L.O., never fell off, even though I was last seen Up north, three balloons on your dance floor Then I got deuces aboard, made my C.R. I'm home now, the question, what type, the color car Get the S.C., 4-30 Lex', on some light shit Pray it's not you on my mind, when I write this Techniques, murderous speech, my thoughts is deep Three felonies, fuck, we kill the police I'm from Staten, you know how I do Gummy sole under suede shoes, 36 ways made to blaze you Made to blaze you... [Chorus: Inspectah Deck] I've been a gangster (for all my life) I've been a hustler (for all my life) I've been a criminal (for all my life) I've been hated on (for all my life) I've been a fugitive (for all my life) I've been doin' this (for all my life) I've been locked up (for all my life) I've been a problem (for all my life) [Carlton Fisk] Riker's Island in the '80's, Elmi' recession Taught me how to move, and make anything out of a weapon Old timers watching mace injections, how to deal with my problems Using my mind, 'stead of using aggression And this jewel is a learn hard lesson How to move around places, every day and headed hard as tested And you never get to know what rest is Everyday your family pray, that you make your minimum sentence Riker's Island, for the first time you get in the house Hit the Beacon, you gonna know what jail is about Plus, all the type of felons about And the red I.D. card, on a nigga, mean, it's weapons about Miss Perez on your dick, you better cum in her mouth It come in handy, when the E.R.U. searchin' your house From Up North to down state, Riker's and Sing-Sing Attica, Snake Pitch, Gods, Bloods and Kings Even Crips try'nna do they thing, but it's fucked up how The fake niggas try to break they grain Nigga, it's Carlton Fisk, I've been there, done it and seen it And the few spots I've locked, I've put my work indecent And we House Gang, P.L.O. Style, avoid the precinct [Chorus]
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