Now I'm living in a dream (Ah-ah) And I don't think I'm ever going to wake up (Ah-ah) Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah No more time to get to know you Should have tried to get to know you Momma, it's a jailbreak Momma, it's a jailbreak, it's a, it's a jailbreak

In time you will start to know Your every sweet desire Midnight and the jailer's watching Thin dime can buy a soul Midnight come and get me Justified in satisfying Justified in satisfying your every sweet desire Midnight black cat creeping

Catch me if you can I'm in the jailhouse now Well hey, hey Mr. Policeman Hey, hey Mr. Policeman Bet I can drive faster 'n you can C'mon hoss lets have some fun Go on shoot me with a radar gun You look bored and I sure am I got a 75 Firebird trans am

All the youngins in my hood popping percs now Gettin' high they get by, it's gettin' worse now You gotta tell 'em put them guns and the percs down Them new jails got ten yards in 'em and that's your first down, uh And I ain't come here to preach I just

Ready or not, here I come, you can't hide Gonna find you and take it slowly Gonna find you and make you want me Now that I escape, sleepwalker awake Those who could relate know the world ain't cake Jail bars ain't golden gates Those who fake, they break

Took a shot of D'usse now I'm missing my woe Got money for bail I won't stay in jail Always stay on 10 like the 6 and the 4 I still can't believe he won't be hitting my phone And I said one time, one time for the real ones (for the real ones) Why they

What's happenin', man This T.I.P., you know I'd like to dedicate this song to anybody who done ever lost somebody To the grave, to the streets, to the jail cell I done been in situations where I done had to cope with all three You know what I'm saying? I

Shall I write or phone from Paris or Rome Even though you're tryin' to hold me back You don't get no mail you know I'm in jail Fare thee well, my brother, please don't stand in my way I'm goin' down to that dirty town no matter what you say You fooled me

Ice Cube and the Lench Mob, is jackin' for beats Wait a minute, hold on, get your ass up Whassup nigga? Get over there shit Ya lil punk ass nigga C'mere, c'mere, c'mere boy God damnit you stop that shit now Take him to jail and get him the hell from in

Either die or go to jail that's a hell of decision But I'm wrong and I know it my excuses unimportant I'm just trying to let you know that I ain't think I had a choice, for real Hey, the price of fame cost to much (yeah boy) Like these niggas talk to