I've Been Down (Rapper Gone Bad) - Mac Dre, Harm

Real niggas

(Let's make this official, baby)

Real before rappin

Respect before success

I’ve been down

For oh so long

Starin' at these prison walls

I want you to…

Step in my 1−5-0s 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 is for all my niggas locked up

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

But pressed his body alarm for quick assistance

Now these muthafuckas wanna 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 Kool And The Gang

See the L.T.

for the disposition

28 days commissary restriction

Two days later back on the main line

Dopefiend’s owe, so I go claim mine

25 cartons, now I’m straight

Keep 17, give the homeboys 8

Cop some hop, start back boomin'

Got em sendin' money on the Western Union

2 fat grams of that china white

Gon' have these dopefiends tryin to fight

Grabbed 3 cartons to goose some dank

And 5 whole packs for some hooch 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 Census count

Look at jack books 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 phony

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 wanna 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 mattress

One mo' time I peep the cops

Fuckin' with them boys from Grape Street, Watts

I said, «Punk muthafucka, won’t you leave 'em the hell alone»

Down to the third tier and got on the telephone

Called my bitch, but she showed me no love

Got on the phone, shot me a cold look

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

I’ve been down

Oh so long

Starin' at these prison walls

It’s the same ol' song

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

Mac Dre, boy

Yeah

Y’all niggas better go to school

Tryna fuck with this nigga here, man

It’s the real

Yeah

Big Dant

Freaky D

Baby Rah

T-Endo

My niggas

Ty-Ty

Doin' that federal shit

Freak

Freak, don’t worry about nothin', man

Let me hear that back