Ghostown - Locked Down lyrics

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[DJ On Point:] This shit right here is called Locked Down.

[J Formz:] Formz, Ghostown! What you talkin' bout son? Let me tell these mother fuckers son, let me tell 'em somethin'. What you talkin' bout?

[DJ On Point:] Shout out to Mariners Harbor, whole Port Richmond, New Drop Beach

[J Formz:] I got this, lets go.

[J Formz:]

Let me see what you talkin' bout son...

A bunch of shit, cause your ass is what you're talkin' out son

You talkin' gangster shit? I'm sure to be a part of it

You havin' a chat about that? I probably started it

You could talk about guns, but I'm pullin' 'em dog

Talk about punch lines? I got a book of 'em dog

And you can't talk about the streets, cause I live in 'em dog

I love the streets, what the fuck you think I live in 'em for?

Talk about givin'? Dog, I couldn't give any more

Why talk about life when I don't wanna live anymore

Talk about smokin'? Dog, I couldn't smoke any more

I smoked so much, I couldn't even smoke anymore

Guns I couldn't tote anymore, but got so many more

That must be why they actin' so friendly for

Talk about dough on the block, and I'mma go get me more

And if you talkin' 'bout robbin', I'mma go get me yours, so!

[Chorus: x2]

You probably thinkin' you gangster now

I'mma show you how a gangster get down

You don't even know what you're talkin' about

Anything you talkin' bout son, you get clowned

[J Formz:]

Wanna talk about fights? I been in plenty of 'em dog

Didn't knock 'em all out, but won plenty of em dog

Talk about hustlin'? I'm on call 24/7

If you talkin' 'bout religion, I might send you to heaven

Talk about clique's? Well Ghostown's what I'm reppin'

Hear the sound of a clip, you hit the ground in a second

Talkin' 'bout beef? It could go down in a second

So I Don't know why you wasn't really down if you said it

Matter of fact, here, I'll let you pick the topic son

Lyrics is hard, you can't fuckin' stop me son

Talk about hoods? Yeah, I've been to every one of 'em

You the type to have beef and probably point an empty gun at 'em

You Probably thinkin' you gangster now

But I'mma show you how a gangster get down

You don't even know what you're talkin' about

Anything you talkin' bout son, I got it locked down

[Chorus]

[50 Cent:] And you know why his name is On Point...cause he on point pussy!

[J Formz:] Tell 'em...Ghostown! motherfucker...