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locked up

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locked up

yo lemme hit that jail one mo' time for these people callin, prisoner, one-seven-fo'-nine-eight-six, dash-five-oh-fo', do you have anything, to say for yo'self before sentencing?, 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 bitch uptown with the dope in a baby stroller, fuck with me, then you fucked 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, fuck the haters, no limit we still winnin, i'm a killer my nigga - fool, check the rap sheet, murder, armed robbery, kidnappin, conspiracy, this is for my niggaz that's locked up, gangsters, til they boxed up, livin the laws, everyday we ready for war, we soldiers. hard to the core, 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, 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, shit they got me facin a bid, 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 bitches got me locked down, facin a bid,

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