I've Been Down Songtext / Lyric

Real niggas

(Let's make this official, baby)

Real before rappin

Respect before success

[ Harm ]

I've been down

For oh so long

Starin at these prison walls

I want you to...

Step in my 150s for a minute

Step in my shoes

Walk in my shoes

Yeah

Just want you to see things like how I see em

You know

This's for all my niggas out there

Check it out

Bottom bunk, sleepin in a 2 man cell

C.O. at my do', and I'm mad as hell

Punk police cowboy from Texas

Talkin some shit bout servin breakfast

It's 5: 15, he must be psycho

Or just plain stupid for thinkin I might go

I cussed him out, he gave me distance

And pressed his body alarm for quick assistance

Now these muthafuckas wanna do it the rough way

Five C.O.'s is what it takes to cuff Dre

Straight to the hole, but it ain't no thang

My celly got dank, so I'm Kool & The Gang

See the lt. for the disposition

28 days commissary restriction

2 days later back on the main line

Dopefiend's dose, so I go claim mine

25 cartons, now I'm straight

Keep 17, and the homeboys 8

Cop some hop, start back boomin

Got em sendin money on the Western Union

2 fat gramms of that china white

Gon' have these dopefiends tryin to fight

Grabbed 3 cartons to coop some dank

And 5 whole packs for some hoops to drink

Now I'm chillin in my cell lookin out the window

Drinkin pruno, smokin indo

Grabbed my shank, but when I'm finsta bounce

They lock a nigga down for resistance counts

Look at Jack Brooks while I'm waitin

Might even do a little masturbatin

Trippin off that bitch Dominique

I bust one quick while my celly sleep

Doors rack open, now it's time for movement

Goddamn pruno got a nigga too bent

Bounce to the movies with my homies

The title sound good, but the shit was phoney

Damn cigarettes won't let me breathe

Niggas gettin restless, wantin to leave

The lights flash on, quick as fuck

Somebody in the bathroom just got stuck

If he makes it, he'll be lucky

Six inch blade stuck straight in gutry

25 cops rush the spot

Now I got one-time on my jock

Stash my shank underneath the seat

And make sure no blood is on my feet

Punk police wanna take me down

They put me on the wall and they shake me down

Now it's back to the block strapless

But I got two mo' in my matress

One mo' time I peep the cops

Fuckin with them boys from Great Street, Watts

I said, "Punk muthafucka, won't you leave em the hell alone"

Down to the 3rd and got on the telephone

Called my bitch, but she showed me no love

Got on the phone, shot me a cold dove

She said she can't talk, she got a sore throat

But she probably gettin fucked by a sport coat

I'm goin through it

Yeah

Y'all real niggas know

Yeah muthafucka

I done been there and back boy

I could tell you the story from rags to riches

How I did time with fags and snitches

That's real

It's really real

It's no drama

It's really real

Yeah

Y'all niggas better go to school

Tryina fuck with this nigga here, man

It's the real

Yeah

Dick Down

Freaky D

Baby Rah

T-Endo

My niggas

Ty-Ty

Doin that federal shit

Freak

Freak, don't worry about nothin, man

I've been down

For oh so long

Starin at these prison walls

Same old song