Slap the cuffs on
Youre goin downtown
Gonna lock you up in the hole
Cause the dea made a powerplay
And youre lookin at
2 to 4
Back at the pad
Ya thought you were bad
Got your stash up in the wall
But theres a gun to your head
And youre
gonna be dead
Unless ya cut a deal with the law
All ya want is what the rich people got
Cause the people need power
too
Theres only lousy jobs run by slobs
And ya get paid crap for what ya do
Sellin drugs, run with the thugs
And youre
makin it on the deal
But your regular man got hit with a gram
And the son of a b***h started to squeal
Salutations from the
ghetto nation
Out on the lawn ya strip the car down
And youre sippin corn on the porch
If the neighbors complain open up the
12-gauge
Shut your mouth or youre gonna get torched
Party tonight til the sun gets bright
Load the house up with sime
whores
Cause youre goin away 700 days
Out on the killin floor
Salutations from the ghetto nation
They never found the
bank account
And youre sittin on 30 grand
But you dont mind doin the time
As long as your freedom day is at hand
Out on parole
ya take a stroll
Ya kick another habit everyday
Ya got a new plan, super scam
Livin the american way
Salutations from the
ghetto nation
