Artist: Nems Album: Prezident's Day Song: Minimum, Medium, Maximum Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Intro] Yo C.O. - open this fuckin gate already man! Yo P (yo) that bitch comin to see you? (You know it!) Aight man, bring me a loonie back from that there floor man (I got you, don't worry my dude!) Pass me some wire too man (Aight throw me your line nigga, throw me your line) Aight bet [Nems] I spent most of my time conversin with bums And these cheap-ass toothbrushes is hurtin my gums Smokin out of the tissue paper hurtin my lungs It's like you destined to be here when you birthed in the slums See I was - raised by the gun, fed by the wolves Rage at an early age, learned to carry them tools Old timers tried to feed the jewels, but I never listened Did it my own way, and I ended up in prison Fuck your life, fuck your laws - nigga fuck the system Every time I'm on the phone, I hear wifey bitchin Talk about how I ain't home - and how much she missin Shit next time, I'ma listen to my intuition Cause in here, niggaz got helicopters and Bentleys Oh yeah - then why your commissary empty~? (Why?) See me lightin up a Bogey and get friendly They eyes show despise, I ain't surprised that they empty [Chorus: repeat 2X] Skinnin 'em, beatin 'em, waxin 'em This is for that minimum, medium, maximum On the Island, niggaz wildin and shit Come home catch a new one and do the same shit [Nems] You can look into my eyes and realize that I'm gon' be a star Go to sleep, dream that I'm home, wake up behind bars Shit! This is my life so far, I live in hell From your cell to the day room, day room to your cell Shit - oh well, I guess it can't get worse Told you I was livin in hell, this can't be earth 'Til the day that I ride in a hearse, I'll rely on me first Fuck a co-D, I do my own dirt Put in my own work, and I do it with stealth Cause you can bet your bottom dollar I ain't tellin on myself Tell niggaz for they health - stop snitchin, stop lyin And when you get knocked - stop bitchin, stop cryin Start cheesin when I hear pigs start fryin Keep talkin and I'll make your wig start flyin Fuck rhyme nigga I'm about to spark iron First day I came up on shot, I hit the block like BLAOW [Chorus] [Nems] I sit alone in my four cornered cell starin at darkness Listenin to gangsters losin shit Over here you'll get left blown Nigga I hope it rains continously 'til the day that I get home I couldn't give a fuck about it And these loonies ain't comin in 'til next week I'll have to do without it (Yup) Damn~! These showers gettin crowded Hold my gun under my thumb, come close you gettin outed I thought the nigga was gangster, but he shouted like a bitch, now the police got me surrounded Keep my feet grounded, hand off the ox My man hand it back to me, on my way to the box Put me with the big dude, look like he chew rocks Have to hit him with the soap up in the tube sock Cause niggaz'll do anything to get what you got Cause it's either you a bitch nigga or a nigga who rock Yeah! [Chorus]