Lock Down

[Intro: Koopsta Knicca & Crunchy Back wildin']

[Verse 1: Project Pat]

Walkin' out my cell, fro nappy like Don King

Thoughts from outta hell, smells woke a nigga out a dream

Dreamin' of the times of the crimes I committed, when

I was just a young nigga, ridin' high, sippin' Gin

Had a friend, that I thought was real, but an enemy

Project was yo idol, in yo heart - pure jealousy

Couldn't see the crows comin', runnin', tryin' to get away

Told them police 'bout the money that I took up out the safe

Wishin' I was on the street, free, flyin' like a bird

But I listened to you niggas lyin', missin' potent herb

Blurred visions of the future, late night with my girl

Guards screamin' "Chow Time!", all I see is Jheri curls

On the heads of these hards leads that I'm livin' with

Will I make it out of here? Will I live to have a kid?

Can you dig what I'm sayin' dawg? What I say is real!

2-0-1, locked up, mane, where them killaz kill

[Chorus: Juicy J]

Killa, Killa, what you're gonna do?

Get blessed in the red or get blessed in the blue

On that 34th flour - nuthin' but hell they goin' through

So what you're gonna do, young Killa?

[Verse 2: MC Mack]

I been chillin' down on lower level, waitin' for my time to come

Will these fools put me upstairs or maybe I just might make bond?

But not this time, I gotta get prepared for them floors

Cause new trial won't gon' help my case, they actin' just like hoes

So here I go, don't you know they got me faded in the cell

Got me kickin' it with some tricks that I ain't seen in 'bout four years

But they all to the good, they showed me love so I was fine

Till the minutes turned to hours, tryin' to burn off all this time

Rock Mane hit me with a hook-up, got that hot sauce in my pot

Puttin' the flame up to a short, it wasn't no 'Port cuz times be hard

Fly a kite down to yo floor, just because my thug got anna

Poke 'em out real slow, Lil Doe, Lil Yo, let's show 'em we can't handle

Bustas in our danger zone, trick it's on, guards they lookin' funny

But he from my hood, it's understood, I slicked dat trick some money

Livin' day to day, for my case, yo that I shouldn't have done

Now I muster tricks, they locked me down deep in 2-0-1

[Chorus: Juicy J]

Killa, Killa, what you're gonna do?

Get blessed in the red or get blessed in the blue

On that 34th flour - nuthin' but hell they goin' through

So what you're gonna do, young Killa?

[Verse 3: Scan Man]

This for my niggas in the pen, locked down

Much love to you thugs

Cause I know it's fucked up, livin' with hard dicks and bugs

Get fed shitty meds, heart aches - you wanna click

Wish you never a made a deal with the devil til he come, bitch

[?] pimpin' daily, because of they charge thinkin' they hard

Now you scrappin' with a fool you don't know

Get him right up in your cell for a couple mo' months, uh

You feelin' time is wastin', in jail ya rottin'

No one is thinking about youuu

Parole denied - I see the tears in his eyes

He's visionin', he'll never see his son live his life

So back to his cell, with a stale pale look

And he sits on the bed and he picks up a book - The Bible

"So why in hell would I get in jail, then wanna get religious?"

Callin' you up long-distance, feedin' you all these scriptures

Sayin' he gave his fuckin' life to Christ

But the devil has got ya... so you a killa, nigga

[Outro: Juicy J shout outs, Koopsta Knicca & Crunchy Black]