Lock down lyrics

Artist  : Prime time 
Song : Lock down
 
 Hounds from Gert-Town, 
B-Way set, keep it up 

[Chorus] 
But I'm on lock down but I'll be home in a
minute, 
Soon as I finish, in these cells there ain't no
endin' 
But I'm on lockdown but I'll be home in a minute,

Bet every penny, in these cells there ain't no
winnin' 
But I'm on lock down but I'll be home in a
minute, 
Soon as I finish, in these cells there ain't no
endin', 
But I'm on lock down but I'll be home in a
minute, 
Bet every penny, in these cells there ain't no
willin', 

[Verse One] 
But I'm in the system now for feeda, My manager
done put them G's up, 
Put the ki's up, thankin' Jesus, 
But if they don't, then I'll be stuck up in this
bitch, 
They got me sick for thirty-fifth, lookin' at a
year and six, 
Aw shit my head smokin', wasn't down for jossin',

Court date approachin', I'm through until further
notice, 
Can't get no bond and shit, Pumpin' iron and
shit, 
Wastin' time and shit, 
My family cryin' and shit, Oh well, I'm stuck
like Chuck, 
Can't come up on a buck, 
Got bad luck, fuck, I guess a nigga like me is
stuck, 
But I'm gone bounce ya heard me, believe what I
said, 
Ain't got a DA strong enough to keep a nigga like
me in bed, 
 
And all my dogs Upstate got life for rape, 
Straight out the pen with the flavor in your
face, aight?  aight? 
{Weak mother fuckers rappers on the mic, 
Don't know what they fuck they doin'} 
[Chorus] 

[Verse Two] 
Do you know who the fuck I be? a {P.T.} 
Then you know never to fuck with me, (from G.T.) 
You round there reppin' and stuntin' you better
do what'cha gotta do, 
Beefin' with the seventeenth, shoot who you gotta
shoot, 
Cause I be home in a year or two head bustin', 
Split him wide open made him die from the head
bustin', 
See I'm known Uptown for bein' real, check my
steelo, 
Hit hoes on the D-Low, ain't no hero, P.T. below
zero, 
Enemies I make 'em bleed, chop 'em down like
trees, 
Like Japanese with 2-23's, now clown please, 
I'm full blooded, better get'cha mind out the
gutter, 
More slicker than butter, but nigga no shame in
my color, 
Now who this clown think he is? 
Gonna run this til', I paint a picture for him,
cut him up, and 
Then I show the bitch my skills, 
{Show the bitch my skills, my skills, pussy ass} 

[Chorus]