Wyclef talking:

Yo to my people doing time, Xzibit, Juvenile, y'all need to

Nature, Ja Rule, Reptile come on

bring the heat.

Xzibit

Look, I'm inhumane livin' in this house of pain

stuck with a thousand street hustlers

down on they luck

Repeat felons caught up with the death I was sellin'

and for the past three months yo I can still hear my victims yellin'

but I can't listen to my conscience it's nonsense

if I didn't shoot I'd be the nigga in the suit in the box under the ground

fox chased by the hound locked permanent frown Xzibit get down

by liftin' iron by the pound for the tough individual

runnin' run his mouth throw some hands with the General

walk one day in the shoes of a criminal

death disease keep your luxuries to a minimal

I'm not talkin' about weed, jewels, & Bentleys

I'm talkin' about clean clothes, hot food, and Dentyne

see what I mean livin' with the scum of the earth

hit with plenty of time to adjust to life on the inside

(Wyclef)

Juvenile

You got me fucked up I'm innocent

look I ain't do this shit you don't want to hear my side

but you believin' that bitch

You makin' my nerves bad I need to smoke me a jo'

'cause I know y'all ain't even thinkin' 'bout lettin' me go

Where my lawyer, nigga told me Juv' I can't do nothin' for ya

Y'all go tell that to my mother & my father

but they gon' cus y'all so don't you even bother

you know that shit ain't right that bitch didn't see nothin'

'cause it was dark at night but I guess us blacks

look the same to y'all passin' niggas around like a game of ball

This is my third felony plus my third strike

man I ain't goin' home I got 25 to Life.

QU New York, you try to criticize me I criticize you

been the same muthafucka since in high school

any beat I shed light to with crazy wattage

Blankin' out bought my first eight ball for eighty dollars

learned who not to trust grew obnoxious

so niggas start to hate me same time the boys in blue watch us

circlin' bu