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[P] Yo lemme hit that jail one mo' time for these people callin

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!
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**k with me, then you f****d in the game
Ni***z 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**k the haters, No Limit we still winnin
I'm a killer my n***a - fool, check the rap sheet
Murder, armed robbery, kidnappin, conspiracy

[Chorus - repeat 2X]
This is for my ni***z 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 cocked
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
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


[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 n***a
No matter how much coke I sold it never last me n***a
They blast me n***a, three ni***z lookin for ki's
Me and my kids duct-taped, layin down on our knees
I said I'd bust them ni***z heads, and believe I did
Now them b*****s got me locked down, facin a bid


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