Krazy - Locked Up lyrics

[Intro: Master P, Offier] [MP] Yo lemme hit that jail one mo' time for these people calling [Officer] Prisoner, one-seven-fo'-nine-eight-six, dash-five-oh-fo' Do you have anything, to say for yo'self before sentencing? [Verse 1: Master P] Hehehe, yes! n***a 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**h uptown with the dope in a baby stroller f** with me, then you f**ed in the game n***as 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 f** the haters, No Limit we still winnin I'm a k**er my n***a - fool, check the rap sheet Murder, armed robbery, kidnappin, conspiracy [Hook x2] This is for my n***as 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 [Verse 2: ?Slay Sean?] I used to sling rocks, out on blocks, gun co*ked Thinkin to myself - all these dumb-a** cops Night time I was cold with two things on my mind Get that money, rock a n***a if he get out of line Put two in his spine, a n***a 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 Facing double life I made some bad mistakes [Verse 3: ?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, sh** they got me facin a bid [Hook] [Verse 4: ?Krazy?] Even as a little soldier, momma called me a thug The block full of dope fiends, lookin for d** And I never let the dirty money pa** me n***a No matter how much coke I sold it never last me n***a They blast me n***a, three n***as lookin for ki's Me and my kids duct-taped, layin down on our knees I said I'd bust them n***as heads, and believe I did Now them b**hes got me locked down, facin a bid [Hook]