100 Years - Plies


"Ain't talked to my dog yet but I know he sick
Next fifteen years of his life behind a fence
Cracker find a n*gga guilty and hit him wit' the bench
Gave one of my dogs twenty-seven on his first offense
The time they givin' the n*gga for the crime ain't makin' sense
They jacked the number up now it's eighty-five percent
They did that to make you f*ck n*ggas out there snitch
And put conspiracy in the game to railroad the click
And crackers feel like n*ggas ain't got no common sense
A n*gga paper ain't right they banned off the rip
A public defender don't get you shit but a long trip
And judge sentencin innocent niggas without a guilt.."
- Plies

Dope song.. Dope concept.. Lyrics on point.. I'm down with Plies! "The Real Testament" is in stores now!