Lock Down lyrics

Hounds from Gert-Town,

B-Way set, keep it up



[Chorus]

But I`m on lock down but I`ll be home in a minute,

Soon as I finish, in these cells there ain`t no endin`

But I`m on lockdown but I`ll be home in a minute,

Bet every penny, in these cells there ain`t no winnin`

But I`m on lock down but I`ll be home in a minute,

Soon as I finish, in these cells there ain`t no endin`,

But I`m on lock down but I`ll be home in a minute,

Bet every penny, in these cells there ain`t no willin`,



[Verse One]

But I`m in the system now for feeda, My manager done put them G`s up,

Put the ki`s up, thankin` Jesus,

But if they don`t, then I`ll be stuck up in this bitch,

They got me sick for thirty-fifth, lookin` at a year and six,

Aw shit my head smokin`, wasn`t down for jossin`,

Court date approachin`, I`m through until further notice,

Can`t get no bond and shit, Pumpin` iron and shit,

Wastin` time and shit,

My family cryin` and shit, Oh well, I`m stuck like Chuck,

Can`t come up on a buck,

Got bad luck, fuck, I guess a nigga like me is stuck,

But I`m gone bounce ya heard me, believe what I said,

Ain`t got a DA strong enough to keep a nigga like me in bed,

And all my dogs Upstate got life for rape,

Straight out the pen with the flavor in your face, aight?aight?

{Weak mother fuckers rappers on the mic,

Don`t know what they fuck they doin`

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[Verse Two]

Do you know who the fuck I be? a {P.T.

Then you know never to fuck with me, (from G.T.)

You round there reppin` and stuntin` you better do what`cha gotta do,

Beefin` with the seventeenth, shoot who you gotta shoot,

Cause I be home in a year or two head bustin`,

Split him wide open made him die from the head bustin`,

See I`m known Uptown for bein` real, check my steelo,

Hit hoes on the D-Low, ain`t no hero, P.T. below zero,

Enemies I make `em bleed, chop `em down like trees,

Like Japanese with 2-23`s, now clown please,

I`m full blooded, better get`cha mind out the gutter,

More slicker than butter, but nigga no shame in my color,

Now who this clown think he is?

Gonna run this til`, I paint a picture for him, cut him up, and

Then I show the bitch my skills,

{Show the bitch my skills, my skills, pussy ass



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