*featuring Slay Sean, Short Circuit, Krazy
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[P] Yo lemme hit that jail one mo' time for these people callin
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[officer]
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Prisoner, one-seven-fo'-nine-eight-six, dash-five-oh-fo'
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Do you have anything, to say for yo'self before sentencing?
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[Master P]
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Hehehe, yes!
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Nigga I'm a Rottweiler, they call me dawg on the streets
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I never leave the house without my hand on my heat
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I run with pitbulls, like Kirk, Boz and Jimmy
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And we ain't takin shorts, every dollar to the penny
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Big cereal - chompin, white granola
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Got a bitch uptown with the dope in a baby stroller
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Fuck with me, then you fucked in the game
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Niggaz snitch to the Feds take two to the brain
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We live the thug life, make money from the drug life
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Flip a quarter ki, every day all night
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Ship me to Oz, I'm still in it
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Fuck the haters, No Limit we still winnin
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I'm a killer my nigga - fool, check the rap sheet
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Murder, armed robbery, kidnappin, conspiracy
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[Chorus - repeat 2X]
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This is for my niggaz that's locked up (LOCKED UP!)
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Gangsters, til they boxed up (BOXED UP!)
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Livin the laws, everyday we ready for war
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We soldiers.. hard to the core
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[Slay Sean ]
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I used to sling rocks, out on blocks, gun cocked
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Thinkin to myself - all these dumb-ass cops
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Night time I was cold with two things on my mind
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Get that money, rock a nigga if he get out of line
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Put two in his spine, a nigga just lookin for crime
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Heat it up, squeezin off for even lookin at mine
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A basket case, tie you up, blast your face
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Snatch the safe, closed casket at your wake
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Two murders, three-time felon, catch the case
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Facin double life I made some bad mistakes
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[Short Circuit ]
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Courts, judges, bars, lawyers
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Fam-o, wifey, sons, daughters
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Freedom, need that, shanks, keep that
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Eight o'clock lock y'all know where I be at
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Ran 'til I couldn't run the slums with guns
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Livin straight wild, knowin how the Jakes gon' come
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Too many cats, in my hood, gettin it good
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Know what I did, shit they got me facin a bid
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[Chorus]
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[Krazy ]
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Even as a little soldier, momma called me a thug
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The block full of dope fiends, lookin for drugs
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And I never let the dirty money pass me nigga
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No matter how much coke I sold it never last me nigga
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They blast me nigga, three niggaz lookin for ki's
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Me and my kids duct-taped, layin down on our knees
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I said I'd bust them niggaz heads, and believe I did
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Now them bitches got me locked down, facin a bid
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[Chorus]
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Locked Up
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Master P |