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
Bird 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]