Handle Your Time

Lyrics

[Intro: Sadat X/Convict 2] Oh my goodness! Look what they sendin through nowadays! Ah, it's a light-weight! And he got a smirk on his face like he's all of that! Yeah, well, we gone see what it is! [Verse 1: Xzibit/Convict 1] 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 booking Five times in the neck when everybody was looking [Verse 2: Sadat X/Convict 2] You see the judge, but he don't budge That's your 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 with high rank They gave him life and now another cat is fuckin his wife [Verse 3: Xzibit/Convict 1] Just because I'm locked down don't mean the hustlin stop Heroin and pen joints, twenty dollars a pop You a new recruit, so today, I'm letting you slide But tomorrow, you'll be confronted with twos in the side If you a smart motherfucker, you'll be falling with mine Behind bars, no bitches and cars, we only got time Where I'm from, time is money and got neither to waste Once in a while, catch a Canaanite 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 [Hook: Sadat X/Convict 2] 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 'cause you tried to floss and be the boss, ha Handle your time like a man, yo 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 'cause you flossed and was the boss, ha Handle your time like a man [Verse 4: Xzibit/Convict 1] So it's my twenty-third birthday (Yay!), drinkin Pruno You know no matter what it take, we gotta celebrate Fuck stayin straight, hair braided by this Muslim cat Regulate the whole yard, now we got the straps Niggas say, "Who the fuck is that?" The X-Man, rowdy Gettin treated like the feds in the county Correctional facilities, basically you don't wanna fuck wit these Murders and felonies keep you company (YEAH!) [Interlude: Kidd Creole/Convict 3] And yes y'all, come on in! All ya brand new, heifer, sissy, soft booty-ass shook niggas! Yeah, bitch, welcome to Central Booking! A sleepover for pimps, producrt hustlers, drug slingers, and gun clappers, even bitch-ass, shook-ass niggas like y'all! Get on your game! And by the look on your Mary Carey, kitten-ass faces, niggas about to beat you all down to the last stop! [Verse 6: Sadat X/Convict 2] 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 getting high every day like I was still on the corner Where I'm in fat pink caps, New York to California Making deals for mils, holding 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 no sucka Ain't you ain't got to be the wildest mothafucker Use control, put a cat in a hole 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 Ayo, I ain't tryin to jail, somebody post my bail [Hook: Sadat X/Convict 2] 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 'cause you tried to floss and be the boss, ha Handle your time like a man, yo 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 'cause you flossed and was the boss, ha Handle your time like a man [OUTRO/CONCURRENT MONOLOGUES] CONVICT 2: Yo man, shh... it's real, man. I need some new kicks man. Somebody slide me some money, man, or something, man. I ain't get no letters, man. Niggas forgettin about me, man, you knahmsayin'? S'posed to be my crew.. Can't even make collect phone calls, man! Tryna jam me on collect calls now. Nobody ain't home, nobody wanna write me, I ain't got nuttin to read, you knahmsayin'? Ain't nobody put no money on my books... It's like I'm starving in here, man. This ain't no fun! This ain't no fun! CONVICT 3: Oh what? Oh, shut the fuck up! Nigga, what? You gon' be my bitch tonight, man, what! I'll poke y'all, don't come on the island! Don't be on the island when I get there, motherfucker! What! Ah, um! You will be mines tonight, motherfucker! Mines, you hear me? You'll be mines tonight, motherfucker! Don't fall asleep tonight, bitch! [*footsteps approaching*]