(Just Step Prelude) (Explicit)

Yo son tell 'em about that bulls**t they put you through

Yo son word is bond dun

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'mma see central bookings

Facing three 3 to 9's is mad time

After ran concurrent for assault and 2-9's

I gotta maintain cause stress on the brain

Can lead to a motherf**king suicide thing

And plus my probation a I'll violation

How the f**k did I get in this tight situation

I'm going all out you know moves I never fake

And f**k the jake they can catch me at my wake

And if I die burn a bag of blade

Put the lye in the air sometimes I just don't care

Son I got plans power movements get on some rude s**t

I keep living like this I might lose it

My man's coming home from doing long a*s bids

What up Kicko I ain't seen your a*s since we was kids

It's all strange my n***as locked down thinking long range

And see their names in the Daily News third page

They sent a kite to my n***a Killer

It only took one sword to put seven holes in his squealer

A 3 to 9 spending most of his time inside the bing

Reclined and still came home with his shine