They have it... I don’t... I want it...I take it Some inmates think in here Dealing drugs for ten grand a week Getting caught, what’s there to fear (I get away with it more often than not) Just carry on as I did before Sell my gear at Muslim prayers Been up ten arses along the way Those smackheads need my wares (smackheads need my wares) Nothing else to do in here ‘cept deal and then go gym Bulk up to keep those bullies away Just be a bad-ass crim It hurts my son might forget about me And my baby-mum move on Want it all want it now, that’s my deal And some day they’ll be gone Yet that won’t make me change my ways It’s the system that’s to blame The rules do not apply to me So for now I’ll play the game
