Spice 1 - 1-800 (str8 From The Pen) lyrics

The number you have reached 4x [ verse 1 ] We used to piss on the floors in the bathroom In elementary I never thought you'd end up in the penitentiary Readin these letters you've sendin me Sippin hennesey watchin my back for enemies They wanna see me burried I heard you had to put some work in When you got there Don't wanna rott there Heard n***as plot there So what you're doin bout 5 to 10 Collect for robert green from the federal pen n***a what you do to get yourself in jail He said i'm fightin double murder 25 with an l Can you help me with my lawyer I'm gettin kinda broke Good girl gone bad n***as got smoked Can't talk too much about it on the phone Po-po'd listen peep game Your a**'d never come home , see Damn you can't escape the drama Don't be stressin imma give the scrilla To your baby momma I seen your baby boy and he's doin o.k. Lil' playa lookin more and more like you everyday Yeah You just keep pumpin that iron and watch your back Up on the main line I make sure that your family's doin fine Comrads since the age of 3 And i know my patna will do the same for me Collect from the pen [ chorus ] 3x They are dialin 1-800-c-o-l-l-e-c-t Straight from the state penitentiary They are dialin 1-800-c-o-l-l-e-c-t From the federal penitentiary [ verse 2 ] They are dialin 1-800-c-o-l-l-e-c-t It's dollar bill susanville collect for me Said he was glad that i'm in the rap game Cause in the concrete zoo you livin life like the crap game We used to be 2 lil' bad a** kids Reminiscin on the dirt that we did Back in the day we had to stick together , man Gettin the hustle on in any type of weather , man Takin the turns While we used to keep watch out for the cops Never no squabble we was compromisin tradin knots Said he was seein all the homies up inside stressin Havin suicidal thoughts over lifes lessons My people was tryin to call and see if i'm in home yet With hella n***as in the back yellin phone checks ( get out the phone befo' you get stole on ) They send my patna to the hole again Before the conversation even began Collect from the pen [ chorus ] [ verse 3 ] Hello you reached the east bay gangster s-p-i-c-e Well its the homie from the federal penitentiary What you have doin black You call your momma back She's stressin hard as you off where you at I seen your sendin pictures with your yokes on Braided hair with them crazy black locks on Mad dog and ?? hog throwin up the hood Be right here smokin broccoli with me if you could Peep this My little patna been in jail so long That he ain't even thinkin bout comin home You got the only family that he know besides His momma in the pen with him And all the oldschool comrads is in with him I didn't have to ask him what he pulled them licks for You get them pictures that i send you of my '64 Yeah , you know the one we always used to ride in The one them s**ers try to run up on the side in We strapped quick as soon as he tried to get in Never forget the dirty work you put in Collect from the pen [ chorus ] The number you have reached : 5-5-5-4-7-3-5 Has been disconnected You stupid muthaf**a !!