Correction Lyrics Francois by Boldy James & The Alchemist

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Lyrics

[Intro]
RIP Swally
Took the first bid, Dutchie ate the second
Yeah
Uh

[Verse 1]
Had to learn to put that work on the scale before the money got made
Niggas think 'cause they go to jail, that it's something to praise (That shit ain't cool)
Can't even say if niggas kept it solid (For real)
Whatever happened to them niggas got away and lived to tell about it? (What happened?)
Some niggas faked it 'till they made it, I just can't relate (I can't)
Look at his piece before the rap, that nigga chain was fake (Cap)
Now all a sudden, niggas me soon as they get some cheese
Type to believe his own lies, it's a sick disease
Where all them bricks y'all niggas sold? I'm tryna buy a few (Where they at?)
How many whips y'all niggas drove? You had the titles too?
How many cribs y'all niggas owned before the signing bonus?
Outside my bitch, it ain't no hoes I feel entitled to
Gettin' my peoples out the streets, all I was tryna do
Ain't no indictments or no links that they could tie me to (Scot-free)
Can't put myself on the scene or actual situations
When it come to murder, ain't no statute of limitations

[Chorus]
This for my blue-collar criminals in for robbery
Arsonists, kidnap, extortion, bribery
Burglary, embezzlement, homicide, forgery
Perjury, vandalism, conduct disorderly
Parole violators, A through Z prefixes
Larceny, motive death, under false pretenses
Racketeering, conspiracy, had to learn to tread water
First degree and second, or involuntary manslaughter

[Interlude]
Yo, po-po, man, po-po, man, damn
Where is the law, Forty?
Where is the motherfuckin' law?
I go back so far with this kid, I was chasing him through juvie

[Verse 2]
Remember Swally robbed dog, ain't wanna kill him
But when we told him to come off of that shit, ain't wanna give it up
Before my nigga Tino died, gave me the China plug
That's who my nigga Needy say that I remind him of
Went upstairs on little Dave soon as we caught him lackin'
In his baby mama driveway, that shit was bound to happen
Uno arrested, my nigga Monk went in for ten summers
Me and Dre Nub'll trade off bodies, we like twin brothers
My nigga Dutchie ate a double, ain't talkin' no Whopper
Nutty and Wes'll pull up in two Trackhawks with them choppers
In the city full of jack boys, so don't get caught without it
They'll turn your block to a blackboard and put some chalk around it
Real six-four from Fielding to Kentfield
This ten mil'll bounce a nigga forehead off his windshield
Witnessed homicide on the Six with Brandon and Will
Still traumatized, seen some of my friends getting killed

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