Lock Down
(专辑: Vol. 3 - Kings Of Memphis - 2000)
[Koopsta Knicca:] Yeah you know what I'm sayin, these lil flodgin ass niggas Come down on lower level actin like they hard Off the
street ass punk! yaint bout shit nigga! Bring that shit to the
floor nigga Got 4
mo muthafuckin days nigga Go get yo ass delt with biatch! Nigga gone get yo mufuckin ass put in a
piledriver nigga Bring it to the
floor muthafucka You can't fuck wit dis pimp nigga (woof woof grrrrrrr) Don't get yo ass put into a
motherfuckin piledriver Like I
said aaaaa [Juicy J:] It started out in 201 lock down, me and Paul in a
holding cell Waiting to use the
fuckin phone, waiting to get a
fuckin bail Some people think 201 is just a
place for cops and robbers Niggas still smoke weed constantly, passing dollars Mace in your face when it's time to get buckwild Cause lawyer fees are high as hell, paying these can't even help my trial So while I'm thinking to myself, a
nigga walked right up to me Looking me up and down with a
frown, smelling like a
bottle of Crown But I
dont give a
fuck cuz this hoe gon' make me make the
news For shanking niggas in the
neck, whipping guards and taking shoes He threw up a
gang sign, I
turned my back, didn't pay him no mind And when I
looked around again he threw it up another time I
said "Yo wassup fool, is there somethin that you're trying to prove?" I
ain't wit that gang shit, he smiled and fired up a
Kool Walked a
little closer to me, I'mma pull them dreads up outta his head He didn't show no violent act but in a
low tone this is what he said: Killa, Killa, whatcha gonna do? Get blessed in the
red or get blessed in the
blue On the
34th floor they got them G's claimin true So whatcha gonna do, young killa [Lord Infamous:] Ya gotta have somebody watching somebody else And them watchin somebody too While you watchin everybody cuz they ass is out to get you No matter if you in the
dope game or the
rap game Or what situation you're in my friend There is no such thing as a
fuckin friend Maybe you out to get them, secretly they out to get you Can't no love be in yo heart, by the
way fuck these hoes too You know they just as devious as negros That ho don't love yo ass damn fool, if you was broke she'd blow like smoke And fuck these police ass niggas, snitches pull the
sword Stab you in ya back for a
muthafuckin reward Junky muthafuckers sittin down at the
precinct Lookin at pictures trying to indentify a
nigga On the
realla man, this game is so filthy And everybody guilty, niggas start to tripping So keep extra clips, see Man, trust is somethin that I
never had much faith in Cuz fucking wit niggas you will end up in the
state pen Killa, Killa, whatcha gonna do? Get blessed in the
red or get blessed in the
blue On the
34th floor they got them G's claimin true So whatcha gonna do, young killa [DJ Paul:] Yeah, aww shit they shine them blues up on my candy They said somebody done dropped the
dime but these playa hatas can't stand me And now my burbons on the
record at about eleven In the
back of the
car, Im hope'n I
see tha 9-7-11 .45 they done brought that dog Me and Crunchy eye to eye while chris be stuffin his draws I
heard a
rumor that damn hound done found my stash pot I
had four juice 'o blow and a
infared on my .40 and a
Glock Aww fuck, we on our way to the
duece 01 201 This shit was cool to rap about but now it ain't so fun But little do they know ben's made friends I
had to spend plenty of em but we ain't seein no payin at least this shit [Gangsta Boo:] Nigga let me ask you are you really down wit yo gang Or when you get locked up do that shit change? Now I'm comin real, tryna know the
deal bout you killas Are you just some sheisty niggas that hang around drug dealers When yo ass be locked up, hoe do you be like doin chores? For so cockin that you in like BD's and Vice Lords Let this lady kick some knowledge for niggas that's full of flodgin Its guaranteed to get fucked up by them real mobsters Killa killa killa whatcha gonna do, is yo color red or blue You fucked up, you gonna get stuck up because you ain't true For that simple reason, found you shakin, bleedin, in yo cell Now yo ass done bought a
one way ticket to a
burnin hell [Crunchy Black & DJ Paul:] Yeah for you niggas that's thinkin that 201 is a
joke (A muthafuckin game) You muthafuckas (watch you back nigga) A
nigga need to work that trunk ho Rock man, rock man let me get some rock man (Rock man pass the
muthafuckin Kool-Aid bitch!!)