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Master P F/ Slay Sean, Short Circuit, Krazy Miscellaneous Locked Up [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] |
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