Lock Down

Lyrics

[Intro: Koopsta Knicca & Crunchy Back wildin'] [Verse 1: Project Pat] Walkin' out my cell, fro nappy like Don King Thoughts from outta hell, smells woke a nigga out a dream Dreamin' of the times of the crimes I committed, when I was just a young nigga, ridin' high, sippin' Gin Had a friend, that I thought was real, but an enemy Project was yo idol, in yo heart - pure jealousy Couldn't see the crows comin', runnin', tryin' to get away Told them police 'bout the money that I took up out the safe Wishin' I was on the street, free, flyin' like a bird But I listened to you niggas lyin', missin' potent herb Blurred visions of the future, late night with my girl Guards screamin' "Chow Time!", all I see is Jheri curls On the heads of these hards leads that I'm livin' with Will I make it out of here? Will I live to have a kid? Can you dig what I'm sayin' dawg? What I say is real! 2-0-1, locked up, mane, where them killaz kill [Chorus: Juicy J] Killa, Killa, what you're gonna do? Get blessed in the red or get blessed in the blue On that 34th flour - nuthin' but hell they goin' through So what you're gonna do, young Killa? [Verse 2: MC Mack] I been chillin' down on lower level, waitin' for my time to come Will these fools put me upstairs or maybe I just might make bond? But not this time, I gotta get prepared for them floors Cause new trial won't gon' help my case, they actin' just like hoes So here I go, don't you know they got me faded in the cell Got me kickin' it with some tricks that I ain't seen in 'bout four years But they all to the good, they showed me love so I was fine Till the minutes turned to hours, tryin' to burn off all this time Rock Mane hit me with a hook-up, got that hot sauce in my pot Puttin' the flame up to a short, it wasn't no 'Port cuz times be hard Fly a kite down to yo floor, just because my thug got anna Poke 'em out real slow, Lil Doe, Lil Yo, let's show 'em we can't handle Bustas in our danger zone, trick it's on, guards they lookin' funny But he from my hood, it's understood, I slicked dat trick some money Livin' day to day, for my case, yo that I shouldn't have done Now I muster tricks, they locked me down deep in 2-0-1 [Chorus: Juicy J] Killa, Killa, what you're gonna do? Get blessed in the red or get blessed in the blue On that 34th flour - nuthin' but hell they goin' through So what you're gonna do, young Killa? [Verse 3: Scan Man] This for my niggas in the pen, locked down Much love to you thugs Cause I know it's fucked up, livin' with hard dicks and bugs Get fed shitty meds, heart aches - you wanna click Wish you never a made a deal with the devil til he come, bitch [?] pimpin' daily, because of they charge thinkin' they hard Now you scrappin' with a fool you don't know Get him right up in your cell for a couple mo' months, uh You feelin' time is wastin', in jail ya rottin' No one is thinking about youuu Parole denied - I see the tears in his eyes He's visionin', he'll never see his son live his life So back to his cell, with a stale pale look And he sits on the bed and he picks up a book - The Bible "So why in hell would I get in jail, then wanna get religious?" Callin' you up long-distance, feedin' you all these scriptures Sayin' he gave his fuckin' life to Christ But the devil has got ya... so you a killa, nigga [Outro: Juicy J shout outs, Koopsta Knicca & Crunchy Black]