I've Been Down Lyrics - Mac Dre

Real niggas 

(Let's make this official, baby) 

Real before rappin 

Respect before success 

[ Harm ] 

I've been down 

For oh so long 

Starin at these prison walls 

I want you to... 

Step in my 150s for a minute 

Step in my shoes 

Walk in my shoes 

Yeah 

Just want you to see things like how I see em 

You know 

This's for all my niggas out there 

Check it out 

Bottom bunk, sleepin in a 2 man cell 

C.O. at my do', and I'm mad as hell 

Punk police cowboy from Texas 

Talkin some shit bout servin breakfast 

It's 5:15, he must be psycho 

Or just plain stupid for thinkin I might go 

I cussed him out, he gave me distance 

And pressed his body alarm for quick assistance 

Now these muthafuckas want to do it the rough way 

Five C.O.'s is what it takes to cuff Dre 

Straight to the hole, but it ain't no thang 

My celly got dank, so I'm cool & The Gang 

See the lt. for the disposition 

28 days commissary restriction 

2 days later back on the main line 

Dopefiend's dose, so I go claim mine 

25 cartons, now I'm straight 

Keep 17, and the homeboys 8 

Cop some hop, start back boomin 

Got em sendin money on the Western Union 

2 fat gramms of that china white 

Gon' have these dopefiends tryin to fight 

Grabbed 3 cartons to coop some dank 

And 5 whole packs for some hoops to drink 

Now I'm chillin in my cell lookin out the window 

Drinkin pruno, smokin indo 

Grabbed my shank, but when I'm finsta bounce 

They lock a nigga down for resistance counts 

Look at Jack Brooks while I'm waitin 

Might even do a little masturbatin 

Trippin off that bitch Dominique 

I bust one quick while my celly sleep 

Doors rack open, now it's time for movement 

Goddamn pruno got a nigga too bent 

Bounce to the movies with my homies 

The title sound good, but the shit was phoney 

Damn cigarettes won't let me breathe 

Niggas gettin restless, wantin to leave 

The lights flash on, quick as fuck 

Somebody in the bathroom just got stuck 

If he makes it, he'll be lucky 

Six inch blade stuck straight in gutry 

25 cops rush the spot 

Now I got one-time on my jock 

Stash my shank underneath the seat 

And make sure no blood is on my feet 

Punk police want to take me down 

They put me on the wall and they shake me down 

Now it's back to the block strapless 

But I got two mo' in my matress 

One mo' time I peep the cops 

Fuckin with them boys from Great Street, Watts 

I said, "Punk muthafucka, won't you leave em the hell alone" 

Down to the 3rd and got on the telephone 

Called my bitch, but she showed me no love 

Got on the phone, shot me a cold dove 

She said she can't talk, she got a sore throat 

But she probably gettin fucked by a sport coat 

I'm goin through it 

Yeah 

y'all real niggas know 

Yeah muthafucka 

I done been there and back boy 

I could tell you the story from rags to riches 

How I did time with fags and snitches 

That's real 

It's really real 

It's no drama 

It's really real 

Yeah 

y'all niggas better go to school 

Tryina fuck with this nigga here, man 

It's the real 

Yeah 

Dick Down 

Freaky D 

Baby Rah 

T-Endo 

My niggas 

Ty-Ty 

Doin that federal shit 

Freak 

Freak, don't worry about nothin, man 

I've been down 

For oh so long 

Starin at these prison walls 

Same old song