Tytuł: Locked Up

• Wykonawca: Master P
• Wyświetleń: 261

[P] Yo lemme hit that jail one mo' time for these people callin
  
  [officer]
  Prisoner, one-seven-fo'-nine-eight-six, dash-five-oh-fo'
  Do you have anything, to say for yo'self before sentencing?
  
  [Master P]
  Hehehe, yes!
  Nigga I'm a Rottweiler, they call me dawg on the streets
  I never leave the house without my hand on my heat
  I run with pitbulls, like Kirk, Boz and Jimmy
  And we ain't takin shorts, every dollar to the penny
  Big cereal - chompin, white granola
  Got a bitch uptown with the dope in a baby stroller
  Fuck with me, then you fucked in the game
  Niggaz snitch to the Feds take two to the brain
  We live the thug life, make money from the drug life
  Flip a quarter ki, every day all night
  Ship me to Oz, I'm still in it
  Fuck the haters, No Limit we still winnin
  I'm a killer my nigga - fool, check the rap sheet
  Murder, armed robbery, kidnappin, conspiracy
  
  [Chorus - repeat 2X]
  This is for my niggaz that's locked up (LOCKED UP!)
  Gangsters, til they boxed up (BOXED UP!)
  Livin the laws, everyday we ready for war
  We soldiers.. hard to the core
  
  [Slay Sean ]
  I used to sling rocks, out on blocks, gun cocked
  Thinkin to myself - all these dumb-ass cops
  Night time I was cold with two things on my mind
  Get that money, rock a nigga if he get out of line
  Put two in his spine, a nigga just lookin for crime
  Heat it up, squeezin off for even lookin at mine
  A basket case, tie you up, blast your face
  Snatch the safe, closed casket at your wake
  Two murders, three-time felon, catch the case
  Facin double life I made some bad mistakes
  
  [Short Circuit ]
  Courts, judges, bars, lawyers
  Fam-o, wifey, sons, daughters
  Freedom, need that, shanks, keep that
  Eight o'clock lock y'all know where I be at
  Ran 'til I couldn't run the slums with guns
  Livin straight wild, knowin how the Jakes gon' come
  Too many cats, in my hood, gettin it good
  Know what I did, shit they got me facin a bid
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Krazy ]
  Even as a little soldier, momma called me a thug
  The block full of dope fiends, lookin for drugs
  And I never let the dirty money pass me nigga
  No matter how much coke I sold it never last me nigga
  They blast me nigga, three niggaz lookin for ki's
  Me and my kids duct-taped, layin down on our knees
  I said I'd bust them niggaz heads, and believe I did
  Now them bitches got me locked down, facin a bid
  
  [Chorus]