Locked Up Lyrics & Chords By Master P

Master P
Yo, lemme hit that jail one mo' time for these people callin'

Officer
Prisoner, one-seven-four-nine-eight-six, dash-five-oh-four
Do you have anything to say for yourself 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 pit-bulls, 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
Nigga 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

This is for my niggaz that's locked up
Gangsters 'til they boxed up
Livin' the laws, every day we ready for war
We soldiers, hard to the core
This is for my niggaz that's locked up
Gangsters 'til they boxed up
Livin' the laws, every day 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
Nighttime 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


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

This is for my niggaz that's locked up
Gangsters 'til they boxed up
Livin' the laws, every day we ready for war
We soldiers, hard to the core
This is for my niggaz that's locked up
Gangsters 'til they boxed up
Livin' the laws, every day we ready for war
We soldiers, hard to the core

Krazy
Even as a little soldier, mama 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 kis
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

This is for my niggaz that's locked up
Gangsters 'til they boxed up
Livin' the laws, every day we ready for war
We soldiers, hard to the core
This is for my niggaz that's locked up
Gangsters 'til they boxed up
Livin' the laws, every day we ready for war
We soldiers, hard to the core