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'ma see central bookings Facing 3, 3 to 9 is mad time After re-concurrence for assault 2-9 I gotta maintain 'cause stress on the brain Can lead to a motherfucking suicide thing And plus my probation, a ill violation How the fuck did I get in this tight situation? I'm going all out you know moves I never fake And fuck the Jake, they can catch me at my wake And if I did burn a bag of blade Put the light in the air sometimes I just don't care Son I got plans, power movements, get on some rude shit I keep living like this, I might lose it My man is coming home from doing long ass bids What up Kiko? I ain't seen your ass since we was kids It's all strange; my niggas locked down thinking long range And see their names in the Daily News third page They sent a kite to my nigga Killa It only took one sword to put seven holes in his squealer A 3 to 9 spending most of his time inside the bin Reclined, and still came home with a shine