Locked Up Lyrics - Master P

[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 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 

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[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 

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[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, shit 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 bitches got me locked down, facin a bid 

[Chorus]