Master P, Slay Sean, Short Circuit, Krazy - Locked Up lyrics
[Master P, Slay Sean, Short Circuit, Krazy - Locked Up lyrics]
Yo lemme hit that jail one mo'
Time for these people calling
Prisoner, one-seven-fo'-nine-eight-six
Dash-five oh-fo' do you have anything
To say for yo'self before sentencing?
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
Niggas 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
This is for my niggas 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
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
Facing double life I made some bad mistakes
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
This is for my niggas 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
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 niggas lookin for ki's
Me and my kids duct taped
Layin down on our knees
I said I'd bust them niggas heads
And believe I did
Now them bitches got me locked down
Facin a bid
This is for my niggas 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
Time for these people calling
Prisoner, one-seven-fo'-nine-eight-six
Dash-five oh-fo' do you have anything
To say for yo'self before sentencing?
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
Niggas 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
This is for my niggas 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
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
Facing double life I made some bad mistakes
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
This is for my niggas 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
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 niggas lookin for ki's
Me and my kids duct taped
Layin down on our knees
I said I'd bust them niggas heads
And believe I did
Now them bitches got me locked down
Facin a bid
This is for my niggas 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