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Pooh-Man - Sentenced to Five lyrics
f/ JT Tha Bigga Figga [Intro] (Pooh-Man) Yeah me and the boy JT Tha Bigga Figga Straight from west block San Quinn prison serving five year sentence on a robbery case This is to everybody I love Everybody I am going to miss [Verse 1] (Pooh-Man) September fifth 9 a.m. Courtroom Ten Turned myself in Sentenced to five years on a robbery case Can't forget the look on my women and mothers face Now I am on the great goose west block thang 32 months now I got lay it down No more riding with my homies getting high Just reminiscing about the Eastside Hit the weight pad Trying to stay in shape By the time I get out I have songs for 20 tapes Family visit's I look forward to And on my back I got a new tattoo The 4 the 1 the 5 stripped in my stride now I got's to ride One day soon I will be home And my kids and there mother won't be alone [Hook] Sentenced to five long years Room's full of tattoo tears These 20 years on the compound Never would I thought I would be penitentary bound (2x) [Verse 2] (JT Tha Bigga Figga) Never say they flow or flooded with game 10 years done past and now them thangs done changed Remember the ballers Remember the shot callers Remember the times your homies Were riding around in them 7-7-9 Impalas Your life man it ain't right for me Can't do a thang Just stand in the back and give you a beat down Homies is missing but ain't no need for reminiscing Celebrating cuz all this time you been waiting At the under spot now make it clever Now lets start the nation make it a whole lot better I am thinking about my grip I have my twist My freedom and a extra clip I choose my freedom because I am on my way home I get to sleep in my bed and get to see my kid Grow into his manhood No more waiting on the block And playing hind and seek from a gang of cops [Hook] Sentenced to five long years Room's full of tattoo tears These 20 years on the compound Never would I thought I would be penitrany bound (2x) [Verse 3] (Pooh-Man) I got a letter from my house my homie just died Seems nothing ever changes on the Eastside Waiting, booking reading, eatin, Penitentary lifestyle is playing with my head Wish I never did what I done But it's already done and I can't run Missing my family and my freedom I guess you never really know much you really need em My girls are growing up to be young women And I'm regretting everyday that there father is not with em But everybody makes mistakes Were only human But reckless was the lifestyle I was pursuing Smackin brothers jackin brothers Now everyday the more miss my mother (I love my mother) I walk around with my head hanging down Never would I thought I would be penitentary bound [Outro] Sentenced to five long years Room's full of tattoo tears These 20 years on the compound Never would I thought I would be penitentary bound (4x) |
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