Oz movie - Locked Up lyrics

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Song by Master P f/ Slay Sean, Short Circuit, Krazy<br /><br>

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

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[officer]<br>

Prisoner, one-seven-fo'-nine-eight-six, dash-five-oh-fo'<br>

Do you have anything, to say for yo'self before sentencing?<br>

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[Master P]<br>

Hehehe, yes!<br>

Nigga I'm a Rottweiler, they call me dawg on the streets<br>

I never leave the house without my hand on my heat<br>

I run with pitbulls, like Kirk, Boz and Jimmy<br>

And we ain't takin shorts, every dollar to the penny<br>

Big cereal - chompin, white granola<br>

Got a bitch uptown with the dope in a baby stroller<br>

Fuck with me, then you fucked in the game<br>

Niggaz snitch to the Feds take two to the brain<br>

We live the thug life, make money from the drug life<br>

Flip a quarter ki, every day all night<br>

Ship me to Oz, I'm still in it<br>

Fuck the haters, No Limit we still winnin<br>

I'm a killer my nigga - fool, check the rap sheet<br>

Murder, armed robbery, kidnappin, conspiracy<br>

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[Chorus - repeat 2X]<br>

This is for my niggaz that's locked up (LOCKED UP!)<br>

Gangsters, til they boxed up (BOXED UP!)<br>

Livin the laws, everyday we ready for war<br>

We soldiers.. hard to the core<br>

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[Slay Sean ?]<br>

I used to sling rocks, out on blocks, gun cocked<br>

Thinkin to myself - all these dumb-ass cops<br>

Night time I was cold with two things on my mind<br>

Get that money, rock a nigga if he get out of line<br>

Put two in his spine, a nigga just lookin for crime<br>

Heat it up, squeezin off for even lookin at mine<br>

A basket case, tie you up, blast your face<br>

Snatch the safe, closed casket at your wake<br>

Two murders, three-time felon, catch the case<br>

Facin double life I made some bad mistakes<br>

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[Short Circuit ?]<br>

Courts, judges, bars, lawyers<br>

Fam-o, wifey, sons, daughters<br>

Freedom, need that, shanks, keep that<br>

Eight o'clock lock y'all know where I be at<br>

Ran 'til I couldn't run the slums with guns<br>

Livin straight wild, knowin how the Jakes gon' come<br>

Too many cats, in my hood, gettin it good<br>

Know what I did, shit they got me facin a bid<br>

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[Chorus]<br>

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[Krazy ?]<br>

Even as a little soldier, momma called me a thug<br>

The block full of dope fiends, lookin for drugs<br>

And I never let the dirty money pass me nigga<br>

No matter how much coke I sold it never last me nigga<br>

They blast me nigga, three niggaz lookin for ki's<br>

Me and my kids duct-taped, layin down on our knees<br>

I said I'd bust them niggaz heads, and believe I did<br>

Now them bitches got me locked down, facin a bid<br>

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[Chorus]<br>

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