Tytuł: Lock down (remix)

• Wykonawca: Mac
• Wyświetleń: 178

  
   Mac:
  
  I'ma send this out to my nigga Soulja Slim
  my nigga Cold Jack, my nigga Curve
  my nigga Ween just touched down
  
  Verse 1
  
  I was on my way upstate, for felonies, Mac would never see
  The sunshine, these good old times, it's haunting me
  My family is wanting me to break free
  Plus it's looking as if I'm about to die, in the arms of the justice
  Plotting my escape, before I made it to the gates
  Thinking I'ma break, no matter what the shit takes
  The maximum incarceration is what they got me facing
  I'm having thoughts of pacing and masterbation
  Laying up in a cell, never seeing females
  Reminiscing about the skins I gave hell, oh well
  Courts ain't even trying to hear my pleases
  Yelling you gonna get parole when hell freezes
  A double murder is what I got to explain to God
  With no holds barred, it's hard, my mind is forever scarred
  Mercy on a soldier, I'm seeing things Nostradamus couldn't see
  When all I really wanna be is free nigga
  
  Chorus x2
  
  This is for my people locked down
  Hold you heads up and stand your ground
  On the block it's the same struggle
  The cops put a bad lock on the hustle
  they hate to see the niggas buckle
  
  Verse 2
  
  My baby girl is pregnant with a future Mac
  Waiting for me to come back, but old judge ain't tryin to hear that
  He rather see me locked in this rage, in a two man cage
  A straight rage, I'd rather be on stage
  Instead I'm in the pit, over some shit, I didn't commit
  It was the niggas I was with, but I'm silent
  Its funny how Lucifer can seduce ya
  These so called niggas be on the Seas of Madusa
  Its funny how time walk, when they be in the slammer
  Facing the type of sentences you can't correct with grammer
  And I'm dealing with these lifers, some of these niggas find me attractive
  They be trying to bend me over backwards, but bitch i aint having it
  Years add on, every enemy I shank, penetentary ain't what you think
  I wanna be free, wishing I could strangle up all the jurors and prosecutors
  But I'm trapped with lots of losers
  
  Chorus x2
  
  Verse 3
  
  Its been 9 months of pain, in this ball and chain
  Still thinkin about them days, I was living vain, ain't it strange
  Cause I'd give anything to move on
  And play a game of peek-a-boo with my newborn
  I'm seeing niggas take they own lives under pressure
  You come back here with attitudes, niggas gonna test ya
  I'm lookin at the gates, ready to break, bitch I don't fake
  Tell the judge I'll be rapping at his wake
  
  Chorus x2