Body Count

Out one night, yo, just chillin out with my crew
We were actin wild
cause I didnt have nothin else better to do.
Got a nine at my waist
Stay out my fuckin face.
You fuck with me
Right herell be your resting place.
Some ol sucka, yo, he tried to put a move on me
I shot him in the face,
Murder, in the first degree.
Now Im sweatin, regrettin,
Thats not for me
They got me locked in the fuckin penitentiary.
Bowels of the devil,
Let me tell you what the muthafucka eats,
Its stomachs filled with lost souls
Guts made out of steel and concrete.
Bowels of the devil,
Listen close, cause Ive been there before
And you dont wanna die there,
They call it goin out the back door,
The back door, the back door, the back door.
Walked in the club all the hos gave me the sex look
They like a nigga like me cause Im a known crook,
And my posses down, we dont mess around,
You fuck with us,
Youll be six feet underground.
That night they got me locked in a row called death
The governor, that muthafucka wants my last breath.