Handle Your Time Lyrics
| Song | Handle Your Time |
| Artist | Prince Paul |
| Album | Prince Among Thieves |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Glover, Joiner, Murphy ... | |
| (feat. Kid Creole, Sadat X, Xzibit) | |
| [Convict 2/Sadat X] | |
| Oh my goodness! Look what they sendin through nowadays | |
| Ah, it's a light-weight | |
| And he got a smirk on his face like it's all of that | |
| Yeah, well we gone see what it is | |
| [Convict 1/Xzibit] | |
| What you in for, everything under the sun | |
| Recently, got me first degree wit a hot gun | |
| That's my third strike, so Xzibit can't go home | |
| Fight to see Daylight like Sylvester Stallone | |
| Don't ask too many questions nigga, keep that on the d-low | |
| My family might mistake you for an undercover C-O | |
| Last one that tried didn't make it past bookin | |
| Five times in the neck when everybody was lookin | |
| [Convict 2/Sadat X] | |
| You see the judge, but he don't budge | |
| That's you're third felony, I believe strike three | |
| Remanded and stranded, to the cold steel granite | |
| Lost to the world, your moms and your girl | |
| Keep your weight up, or your ass get ate up | |
| Cats is stickin, straight up | |
| Wit the shank, get more time in the tank | |
| Ask Hank, he bout to bank, killed a cop wit high rank | |
| They gave him life and now another cat is ****in his wife | |
| [Convict 1/Xzibit] | |
| Just because I'm locked down don't mean the hustlin stop | |
| Her-oine and beer joints twenty dollars a pop | |
| You a new recruit, so today I'm lettin you slide | |
| But tomorrow you'll be confronted wit the two's in the side | |
| If you a smart motha****er, you'll be fallin wit mine | |
| Behind bars, no bitches and cars, we only got time | |
| We're I'm from, time is money and got neither to waste | |
| Once in a while catch a Cannanite in the wrong place | |
| BEAT HIM DOWN, break the strongest hand, piss in his face | |
| Strike fear, play the rear, 'fore he catchin a case | |
| Low-class, got a dozen free visitors pass | |
| Plus the female C-Order wanna give me some ass | |
| [Chorus x2/Sadat X] | |
| This is your new home boss, where you survive at all costs | |
| And if you don't, well it's only your loss | |
| You're only here cuz you tried to force and be the boss, ha | |
| Handle your time like a man yo | |
| [Convict 1/Xzibit] | |
| So it's my twenty-third birthday, drinkin brew-no | |
| You know no matter what it take, we gotta celebrate | |
| **** stayin straight, hair braided by this Muslim cat | |
| Regulate the whole yard, now we got the straps | |
| Niggas say "Who the **** is that?" | |
| The X-Man, rowdy, gettin treated like the feds in the county | |
| Correctional facilities, basically you don't wanna **** wit these | |
| Murders and felonies keep you company ("YEAH!") | |
| [Convict 3/Kid Creole] | |
| And yes y'all, come on in ("YEAH") | |
| All you brand new heffer, sissy, soft booty-ass shook niggas ("YEAH") | |
| Yeah bitch, welcom to central booking ("YEAH") | |
| A sleep-over for pimps, private hustlers ("YEAH"), drug slingers, and gun | |
| Clappers | |
| Even bitch-ass, shook-ass niggas ("YEAH") like y'all | |
| Get on your ?("YEAH"), get out the blood on your ?married character? | |
| Kitten-ass faces ("YEAH"), niggas about to beat you all down to the last stop | |
| [echoes] | |
| [Convict 2/Sadat X] | |
| I'm all good, as I telephone my hood | |
| At first I was shook, tried to play by the book | |
| But you can't bid your time by stayin in the cell | |
| I'm gettin high everyday like I was still on the corner | |
| Where I'm in fat pink caps, New York to California | |
| Makin deals for mills, holdin cigarette lottos | |
| Givin cats pills, and tell em "Yo try those!" | |
| Niggas try to scheme but my team is tight | |
| We as shady as the night and bring fright to sight | |
| Hey you be aight, but don't act like a sucka | |
| Ain't you ain't got to be the wildest motha****er | |
| Use control, put a cat in whole if he's broke | |
| And let em know, I just wanna serve my time and go | |
| And flow, lay low, try to grab some dough | |
| Aiyyo I ain't tryin to jail, somebody post my bail | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Convict 2/Sadat X (Convict 3/Kid Creole)] | |
| Yo man shhh, I need some new kicks man | |
| (Oh what? Oh shut the **** up!) | |
| Somebody got some at least some money man (Nigga what!) | |
| Or something man, I ain't get no letters man | |
| (You gone be my bitch tonight, what) | |
| Niggas forgettin about me man | |
| (I'll poke y'all, don't come on the island) | |
| Namsayin, supposed to be my crew | |
| (Don't be on the island when I get there) | |
| Can't even make collect phone calls | |
| (Motha****er, what ah um!) | |
| Tryin to jam my collect calls now | |
| (You will be mines tonight motha****er!) | |
| Nobody ain't home, nobody wanna write me (Mine you hear me!) | |
| I ain't got nuttin to read, yaknamsayin | |
| (You'll be mine tonight motha****er!) | |
| Ain't nobody put no money on my book | |
| (Don't fall asleep tonight bitch!) | |
| It's like I'm starvin in here | |
| This ain't no fun |
| zuo ci : Glover, Joiner, Murphy ... | |
| feat. Kid Creole, Sadat X, Xzibit | |
| Convict 2 Sadat X | |
| Oh my goodness! Look what they sendin through nowadays | |
| Ah, it' s a lightweight | |
| And he got a smirk on his face like it' s all of that | |
| Yeah, well we gone see what it is | |
| Convict 1 Xzibit | |
| What you in for, everything under the sun | |
| Recently, got me first degree wit a hot gun | |
| That' s my third strike, so Xzibit can' t go home | |
| Fight to see Daylight like Sylvester Stallone | |
| Don' t ask too many questions nigga, keep that on the dlow | |
| My family might mistake you for an undercover CO | |
| Last one that tried didn' t make it past bookin | |
| Five times in the neck when everybody was lookin | |
| Convict 2 Sadat X | |
| You see the judge, but he don' t budge | |
| That' s you' re third felony, I believe strike three | |
| Remanded and stranded, to the cold steel granite | |
| Lost to the world, your moms and your girl | |
| Keep your weight up, or your ass get ate up | |
| Cats is stickin, straight up | |
| Wit the shank, get more time in the tank | |
| Ask Hank, he bout to bank, killed a cop wit high rank | |
| They gave him life and now another cat is in his wife | |
| Convict 1 Xzibit | |
| Just because I' m locked down don' t mean the hustlin stop | |
| Heroine and beer joints twenty dollars a pop | |
| You a new recruit, so today I' m lettin you slide | |
| But tomorrow you' ll be confronted wit the two' s in the side | |
| If you a smart motha er, you' ll be fallin wit mine | |
| Behind bars, no bitches and cars, we only got time | |
| We' re I' m from, time is money and got neither to waste | |
| Once in a while catch a Cannanite in the wrong place | |
| BEAT HIM DOWN, break the strongest hand, piss in his face | |
| Strike fear, play the rear, ' fore he catchin a case | |
| Lowclass, got a dozen free visitors pass | |
| Plus the female COrder wanna give me some ass | |
| Chorus x2 Sadat X | |
| This is your new home boss, where you survive at all costs | |
| And if you don' t, well it' s only your loss | |
| You' re only here cuz you tried to force and be the boss, ha | |
| Handle your time like a man yo | |
| Convict 1 Xzibit | |
| So it' s my twentythird birthday, drinkin brewno | |
| You know no matter what it take, we gotta celebrate | |
| stayin straight, hair braided by this Muslim cat | |
| Regulate the whole yard, now we got the straps | |
| Niggas say " Who the is that?" | |
| The XMan, rowdy, gettin treated like the feds in the county | |
| Correctional facilities, basically you don' t wanna wit these | |
| Murders and felonies keep you company " YEAH!" | |
| Convict 3 Kid Creole | |
| And yes y' all, come on in " YEAH" | |
| All you brand new heffer, sissy, soft bootyass shook niggas " YEAH" | |
| Yeah bitch, welcom to central booking " YEAH" | |
| A sleepover for pimps, private hustlers " YEAH", drug slingers, and gun | |
| Clappers | |
| Even bitchass, shookass niggas " YEAH" like y' all | |
| Get on your nbsp?" YEAH", get out the blood on your nbsp? married character? | |
| Kittenass faces " YEAH", niggas about to beat you all down to the last stop | |
| echoes | |
| Convict 2 Sadat X | |
| I' m all good, as I telephone my hood | |
| At first I was shook, tried to play by the book | |
| But you can' t bid your time by stayin in the cell | |
| I' m gettin high everyday like I was still on the corner | |
| Where I' m in fat pink caps, New York to California | |
| Makin deals for mills, holdin cigarette lottos | |
| Givin cats pills, and tell em " Yo try those!" | |
| Niggas try to scheme but my team is tight | |
| We as shady as the night and bring fright to sight | |
| Hey you be aight, but don' t act like a sucka | |
| Ain' t you ain' t got to be the wildest motha er | |
| Use control, put a cat in whole if he' s broke | |
| And let em know, I just wanna serve my time and go | |
| And flow, lay low, try to grab some dough | |
| Aiyyo I ain' t tryin to jail, somebody post my bail | |
| Chorus | |
| Convict 2 Sadat X Convict 3 Kid Creole | |
| Yo man shhh, I need some new kicks man | |
| Oh what? Oh shut the up! | |
| Somebody got some at least some money man Nigga what! | |
| Or something man, I ain' t get no letters man | |
| You gone be my bitch tonight, what | |
| Niggas forgettin about me man | |
| I' ll poke y' all, don' t come on the island | |
| Namsayin, supposed to be my crew | |
| Don' t be on the island when I get there | |
| Can' t even make collect phone calls | |
| Motha er, what ah um! | |
| Tryin to jam my collect calls now | |
| You will be mines tonight motha er! | |
| Nobody ain' t home, nobody wanna write me Mine you hear me! | |
| I ain' t got nuttin to read, yaknamsayin | |
| You' ll be mine tonight motha er! | |
| Ain' t nobody put no money on my book | |
| Don' t fall asleep tonight bitch! | |
| It' s like I' m starvin in here | |
| This ain' t no fun |
| zuò cí : Glover, Joiner, Murphy ... | |
| feat. Kid Creole, Sadat X, Xzibit | |
| Convict 2 Sadat X | |
| Oh my goodness! Look what they sendin through nowadays | |
| Ah, it' s a lightweight | |
| And he got a smirk on his face like it' s all of that | |
| Yeah, well we gone see what it is | |
| Convict 1 Xzibit | |
| What you in for, everything under the sun | |
| Recently, got me first degree wit a hot gun | |
| That' s my third strike, so Xzibit can' t go home | |
| Fight to see Daylight like Sylvester Stallone | |
| Don' t ask too many questions nigga, keep that on the dlow | |
| My family might mistake you for an undercover CO | |
| Last one that tried didn' t make it past bookin | |
| Five times in the neck when everybody was lookin | |
| Convict 2 Sadat X | |
| You see the judge, but he don' t budge | |
| That' s you' re third felony, I believe strike three | |
| Remanded and stranded, to the cold steel granite | |
| Lost to the world, your moms and your girl | |
| Keep your weight up, or your ass get ate up | |
| Cats is stickin, straight up | |
| Wit the shank, get more time in the tank | |
| Ask Hank, he bout to bank, killed a cop wit high rank | |
| They gave him life and now another cat is in his wife | |
| Convict 1 Xzibit | |
| Just because I' m locked down don' t mean the hustlin stop | |
| Heroine and beer joints twenty dollars a pop | |
| You a new recruit, so today I' m lettin you slide | |
| But tomorrow you' ll be confronted wit the two' s in the side | |
| If you a smart motha er, you' ll be fallin wit mine | |
| Behind bars, no bitches and cars, we only got time | |
| We' re I' m from, time is money and got neither to waste | |
| Once in a while catch a Cannanite in the wrong place | |
| BEAT HIM DOWN, break the strongest hand, piss in his face | |
| Strike fear, play the rear, ' fore he catchin a case | |
| Lowclass, got a dozen free visitors pass | |
| Plus the female COrder wanna give me some ass | |
| Chorus x2 Sadat X | |
| This is your new home boss, where you survive at all costs | |
| And if you don' t, well it' s only your loss | |
| You' re only here cuz you tried to force and be the boss, ha | |
| Handle your time like a man yo | |
| Convict 1 Xzibit | |
| So it' s my twentythird birthday, drinkin brewno | |
| You know no matter what it take, we gotta celebrate | |
| stayin straight, hair braided by this Muslim cat | |
| Regulate the whole yard, now we got the straps | |
| Niggas say " Who the is that?" | |
| The XMan, rowdy, gettin treated like the feds in the county | |
| Correctional facilities, basically you don' t wanna wit these | |
| Murders and felonies keep you company " YEAH!" | |
| Convict 3 Kid Creole | |
| And yes y' all, come on in " YEAH" | |
| All you brand new heffer, sissy, soft bootyass shook niggas " YEAH" | |
| Yeah bitch, welcom to central booking " YEAH" | |
| A sleepover for pimps, private hustlers " YEAH", drug slingers, and gun | |
| Clappers | |
| Even bitchass, shookass niggas " YEAH" like y' all | |
| Get on your nbsp?" YEAH", get out the blood on your nbsp? married character? | |
| Kittenass faces " YEAH", niggas about to beat you all down to the last stop | |
| echoes | |
| Convict 2 Sadat X | |
| I' m all good, as I telephone my hood | |
| At first I was shook, tried to play by the book | |
| But you can' t bid your time by stayin in the cell | |
| I' m gettin high everyday like I was still on the corner | |
| Where I' m in fat pink caps, New York to California | |
| Makin deals for mills, holdin cigarette lottos | |
| Givin cats pills, and tell em " Yo try those!" | |
| Niggas try to scheme but my team is tight | |
| We as shady as the night and bring fright to sight | |
| Hey you be aight, but don' t act like a sucka | |
| Ain' t you ain' t got to be the wildest motha er | |
| Use control, put a cat in whole if he' s broke | |
| And let em know, I just wanna serve my time and go | |
| And flow, lay low, try to grab some dough | |
| Aiyyo I ain' t tryin to jail, somebody post my bail | |
| Chorus | |
| Convict 2 Sadat X Convict 3 Kid Creole | |
| Yo man shhh, I need some new kicks man | |
| Oh what? Oh shut the up! | |
| Somebody got some at least some money man Nigga what! | |
| Or something man, I ain' t get no letters man | |
| You gone be my bitch tonight, what | |
| Niggas forgettin about me man | |
| I' ll poke y' all, don' t come on the island | |
| Namsayin, supposed to be my crew | |
| Don' t be on the island when I get there | |
| Can' t even make collect phone calls | |
| Motha er, what ah um! | |
| Tryin to jam my collect calls now | |
| You will be mines tonight motha er! | |
| Nobody ain' t home, nobody wanna write me Mine you hear me! | |
| I ain' t got nuttin to read, yaknamsayin | |
| You' ll be mine tonight motha er! | |
| Ain' t nobody put no money on my book | |
| Don' t fall asleep tonight bitch! | |
| It' s like I' m starvin in here | |
| This ain' t no fun |
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