Scared Straight Lyrics - Monster - Killer Mike

(Killer Mike talking on the phone) 

Aight... so you niggaz wanna know how a nigga is up in jail... 

Servin' a 40 to life sentence... 

For dope that wasn't even his 

Just sit back and listen, I'll tell you 

It's a hilarious day boooyyy, and it's a wild, wild chain of events 

that get yo ass in hea... 

(Chorus) (Killer Mike talking) 

Mama, I don't wanna sell, birds no more 

(I got a fuckin' funny story to tell you) 

They pushed me down and locked me up 

Put my face on the floor 

(You rem'ber me and big Paul and my whole crew nigga?) 

They took my money and my credit card 

Now I'm poor 

(Government snitches are amazin...) 

Mama, I don't wanna sell, crack no more 

(Just listen, only take about 3 minutes, just listen) 

(Verse 1) 

After high school, I gained lots of weight 

And I ain't talkin' bout calories put on by steak 

The recipe I'm cookin' may send me upstate 

Use bakin' soda, cook the pie, collect cake 

Now Pillsbury, these niggaz kick down doors 

Find out what mills bury 

Shit's very intense and criti-cal 

And when we drew pistols shit got piti-ful 

The first lick was bullshit, a half a brick 

We robbed the middle man and a bum bitch, the dumb bitch 

But between me and him and that hoe 

We walked away with 18 and a bigger score 

Some nigga named Salvatore from El Salvador 

Got silver teeth and a scar on his jaw 

Young Antonio Montana, held up mansion north Atlanta 

We hit'em hard as doors hammer, yea! 

(Chorus) (Killer Mike talking) 

Mama, I don't wanna sell, birds no more 

(Okay, I know whachu thinkin', it's on righ, we on righ, we on) 

They pushed me down and locked me up 

Put my face on the floor 

(Hold up, hold up, hold up, be patient, be patient, listen to the rest 

listen, listen) 

They took my money and my credit card 

Now I'm poor 

(Man I feel like a asshole just tellin' you this man) 

Mama, I don't wanna sell, crack no more 

(Tell the kid to give me the card, check it out 

here's where it gets interestin, follow this shit) 

(Verse 3) 

? the spot had more birds than a pet shop 

More gunz than a Vietnam vet, we was set 

Loaded up the work and let's jet 

My nigga big Paul loaded up the U-Haul 

A thousand pounds uncut raw 

Hold on, whus that I saw in the distance? 

Did he have a crew offerin assistance? 

Paul said it's prolly nuthin', a small animal or somethin' 

My nerves got to jumpin', I swear I heard somethin' 

I pointed the 4-5th in the wind and started thumpin' 

The blue lights is comin', my crew is runnin' 

Cops is everywhere, they keep comin' 

All of us sick, and all of us caught, holdin our dick 

We robbed the niggaz, same day the fuckin FEDs hit 

We robbed the niggaz, same day the fuckin FEDs hit 

Me and Salvatore fucked up in the mix 

That middle man and dumb bitch 

Them niggaz snitched, GOD DAMN! 

(Chorus) (Killer Mike talking) 

Mama, I don't wanna sell, birds no more 

(So young man, that's why the fuck I'm sittin here wearin these pants?) 

They pushed me down and locked me up 

Put my face on the floor 

(I hear Salvatore got? or some shit) 

They took my money and my credit card 

Now I'm poor 

(The bum bitch that snitched, tss... who knows?) 

Mama I don't wanna sell, crack no more 

(Man I shoulda fuckin stayed in job corp 

stayed my fuckin ass in job corp, doin dumbass shit 

now I'm fuckin round witchall stupid ass niggaz too 

ain't no niggaz in jail but dumb niggaz 

niggaz? 

fuck that, I was stupid, I'm in jail 

and most the niggaz in hea with me stupid too... 

(laughs and hangs up the phone)) 

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