Artist: Game Album: Hoodmorning (No Typo): Candy Coronas Mixtape Song: 25 to Life Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Verse 1: Game] I was sentenced to a 5 album deal in '02 Spent the next couple years trying to figure out who was who Met this New York nigga they called him Boo Boo So we chopped it on the yard and he put me down with his crew We was the hardest niggaz in the penitentiary Got a little bigga since Jimmy Iovine sentenced me Sat back in my cell and wrote The Documentary I ain't make no friends in jail, just enemies A lot of bad memories, fucked up tendencies Even bumped heads with this Young Buck from Tennessee Say he got connects in Nashville got them 10 a key Shit, we finna see, nigga knew I been a G Never needed The Unit, that's how them niggaz remembered me Yo c.o. coming I'm a holla in a minute B Niggaz on the yard tripping, I ain't got the energy Had a couple jail fights them niggaz couldn't finish me [Chorus: Game] 25 to life No fucking corona Just animals in this bitch and I ain't trusting a soul So while I'm up in here I might as well make the best of it And pray to the lord he take care of the rest of it 25 to life Got me feeling like I'm stuck Only reason I survived because I don't give a fuck Nothing but bad luck And I ain't never cried a tear Never going home, nigga fuck around and die here [Verse 2: Game] I'm getting sick and tired of these newcomers I've been locked up for more than a few summers Still gotta do numbers, still gotta do numbers Looking at pictures of Keri Hilson on the wall, dick hard as a cucumber Relax my mind, hit the yard and shoot a few jumpers Really wanna shoot something, who the fuck wanna do something This [?] named [?] Told me I was the hardest nigga to ever hit the yard since Pac was on Death Row I'm about to go fuck with my niggaz on D block Cause he know what to do when these niggaz be taking cheap shots Ask a nigga how long he got, he said about 9 Then we start having conversations about Shyne Homie just got out, shit it's about time We click cause he about his and nigga I'm about mine So not near a nigga here can talk about Shyne and Lil Wayne neither Get your pussy ass outlined [Chorus: Game] [Verse 3: Game] Niggaz ain't stopping me Especially with me and my nigga [?] state property I could feel it in the air Niggaz up in here is scared Niggaz up in here is queers Niggaz up in here is dead I think you a c.o I think you a fed Snitches get stitches that's the type of shit we do in here Who the fuck is you in here You fucking with a killer Better have a lion heart fucking with a dealer Reputations get ruined here play the game to win Guns, I pack 10, the UCLA Bruin here None of you fresh fish niggaz couldn't do a year Let alone a life sentence I know R&B niggaz harder than ya'll Nigga Lyfe Jennings Lloyd tried to rob my bank and got his fucking life ended Now that I think about it dog, I'm starting to like prison Next niggaz get out of line I stick my knife in them [Chorus: Game]