Artist: Napoleon f/ Crook Nitty, Quan Album: Kingpin Wit Da Inkpen Song: Maximum Security Typed by: Cno Evil [Crook Nitty] I remember my mom said crime, gon' get my ass killed, they at a fed time I did five, three of the livest prisons, I did mine With ease, blew trees, with killas and thieves, I wreck yards Stay fighting and lighting, new borns, niggas respect our Rep where I'm from, no smiles, nigga, bad news Hit the weight pile, come out my shirt, show my tattooes Mad crews of so called thugs was hoes, dirt solved Spit game, bitch CEO's, watching me jerkoff Made pocket pussy, creese around gloves, creese sheets Blaze free books, use lotion and Royal Crown grease Clowns beef, seen dome split by sock lock CO bitches wanting to fuck, but niggas cock block But cats was still booking them bitches, got us some head too Got drug and them hoes did what them niggas said so I bet it ran stoveboxes, fronted niggas with credit Ran up in cell, took commissary and cosmetics And stated a hoe, locked in a cell, 24 hours Two times a week, handcuffed, going in showers In the wreck cage, doing pushups, while the cassette played Heard war stories from cats that been down for decades Ran my bid up, wilding out, time, got tricked up Faggots with tits, caught my man getting his dick sucked Time'll change any nigga mind frame, this a mind game The thought of never coming home'll give you a migraine I know niggas with life and some change, and conversations here about Niggas with ass, and nice with the brain Who got hit, with the what, CO watch dick I bugged out, freaking my black, while niggas talk shit Sneaker robbers, plotting on Chucks, ordered from Eastbay Each day, wait in the cell, the same cliche Talking poker, mad chain smokers, caughts on Sorzene Life at 14, noddin' out, like they on morphine Feel the tension, when it get real, they steal snitching Cats still in the deal and then selling shit out the kitchen Hercules is benching, hard rocks turning religion Behind bars in prison, with Muslim Gods in prisons And I been a vet, ran with cold con artist with intellect Cats that been down so long, they ain't heard of the internet Lives on hold, locked in VA, ain't on parole It's 85 percent of your time, under control Had coups of chicks, now it stay boots for kicks Spending dough on commisary, living off suits and chips Stack up, distorted white boys and burn the jacker Fiend for that day, when they came and told me to pack up Was gone so long, as on, your being warned For this, only perform in wreckyards and prison dorms And these rap niggas, talking crazy shit in they rhymes Like they really did some real time, nigga, you did a baby bid We the trife type, til my niggas hit up in night fights Big Crook professional bidder, that's what my life like [Interlude: Napoleon] Yeah, nigga, that's that real shit right there, yo VA penitenteries, kid, all ya'll niggas on that street That think ya'll doing ya'll thing Knowhatimean, if you ain't prepared to do the muthafucking time Don't do the god damn rhyme, yo [Napoleon] I got niggas locked at success, same prize, power tan in Greensville They go there business, swallow balloons and shit fiend pills Red onion murderers trout, twenty three hours Sixty minutes left to play chess, TV or shower Loansville Correctional chicks, trick for cash money Crash dummies, every new year, we drank mad, sunny Came out in modern day slaves, got to masturbate Fake Christians sleeping with fags, inside of master's gate Eighty five percent of your time, it's no parole, kid Get 50, do 45, damn, your whole bid James River redneck waters, dirty, you heard me? Either milk cows or lose your 30 for 30 During lock down, turn off his swolls, became a ritual Five hundred push-ups a day, the pain is physical Old heads, cheating padroll with toilet paper dice Richmond niggas breaking in lockers, same paper twice Had my man sitting on 20 cartons of Malboro Tidewater niggas the illest, yeah, we all thorough South Hampton and Cobsville Sunny, at a tabernacle Faggots running round with hickies on they Adam's apple Necklenberg, damn, the Bradley Brothers escaped Even though rusty barbwires covered the gate I'mma convict, half of you muthafuckas is inmates Stay struck, moving like zombies, after 10 straight My Timb's laced, inside of my mattress, I got the icepick Razorblade, under my tongue, ready to slice shit The gun game, got 'em insane, it's like a new sport Newports is just like money, if you do snort It's more dope in prison than it is in a crack house That's why niggas happens the same when they back out [Chorus: Quan] All my life I've been beated From juvenile to state prison Oooh, shit, CO's, trying to keep me from home Fucking with my good time, ah, I'm in the hole But I did my crime, so I'll do my time And I, never snitch, cuz I ain't no bitch I'm a muthafucking soldier I'm a muthafucking soldier, nigga