Locked Up lyrics

Artist  : Master P 
Song : Locked Up



 Send "Locked Up" Ringtone to your Cell 

 "Locked Up"
(feat. Slay Sean, Short
Circuit, Krazy)

[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 bit*h uptown with the dope in a baby
stroller
f**k with me, then you f**ked 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
f**k 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, sh*t 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 bit*hes got me locked down, facin a bid

[Chorus]