Master P - Locked Up Lyrics
[p] yo lemme hit that jail one mo time for these people callin[officer]Prisoner, one-seven-fo-nine-eight-six, dash-five-oh-foDo you have anything, to say for yoself before sentencing?[master p]Hehehe, yes!Nigga Im a rottweiler, they call me dawg on the streetsI never leave the house without my hand on my heatI run with pitbulls, like kirk, boz and jimmyAnd we aint takin shorts, every dollar to the pennyBig cereal - chompin, white granolaGot a ***** uptown with the dope in a baby stroller***** with me, then you *****ed in the gameNiggaz snitch to the feds take two to the brainWe live the thug life, make money from the drug lifeFlip a quarter ki, every day all nightShip me to oz, Im still in it***** the haters, no limit we still winninIm a killer my nigga - fool, check the rap sheetMurder, armed robbery, kidnappin, conspiracy[chorus - repeat 2x]This is for my niggaz thats locked up (locked up!)Gangsters, til they boxed up (boxed up!)Livin the laws, everyday we ready for warWe soldiers.. hard to the core[slay sean ? ]I used to sling rocks, out on blocks, gun *****edThinkin to myself - all these dumb-ass copsNight time I was cold with two things on my mindGet that money, rock a nigga if he get out of linePut two in his spine, a nigga just lookin for crimeHeat it up, squeezin off for even lookin at mineA basket case, tie you up, blast your faceSnatch the safe, closed casket at your wakeTwo murders, three-time felon, catch the caseFacin double life I made some bad mistakes[short circuit ? ]Courts, judges, bars, lawyersFam-o, wifey, sons, daughtersFreedom, need that, shanks, keep thatEight oclock lock yall know where I be atRan til I couldnt run the slums with gunsLivin straight wild, knowin how the jakes gon comeToo many cats, in my hood, gettin it goodKnow what I did, shit they got me facin a bid[chorus][krazy ? ]Even as a little soldier, momma called me a thugThe block full of dope fiends, lookin for drugsAnd I never let the dirty money pass me niggaNo matter how much coke I sold it never last me niggaThey blast me nigga, three niggaz lookin for kisMe and my kids duct-taped, layin down on our kneesI said Id bust them niggaz heads, and believe I didNow them *****es got me locked down, facin a bid[chorus]
