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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!
nigg* 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 b*tch uptown with the dope in a baby stroller
fk with me, then you fked in the game
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
fk the haters, No Limit we still winnin
I'm a killer my nigg* - fool, check the rap sheet
Murder, armed robbery, kidnappin, conspiracy
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This is for my 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 c*cked
Thinkin to myself - all these dumb-ass cops
Night time I was cold with two things on my mind
Get that money, rock a nigg* if he get out of line
Put two in his spine, a nigg* just lookin for crime
Heat it up, squeezin off for even lookin at mine
A basket case, tie you up, blast your face
sn*tch the safe, closed casket at your wake
Two murders, three-time felon, catch the case
Facin double life I made some bad mistakes
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, s**t 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 nigg*
No matter how much coke I sold it never last me nigg*
They blast me nigg*, three lookin for ki's
Me and my kids duct-taped, layin down on our knees
I said I'd bust them heads, and believe I did
Now them girls got me locked down, facin a bid
Chorus