E.S.G. - City On Lock Down lyrics

(feat. Slim Thug) [talking:] This is Scott Steel, with WSTS Live from downtown Houston, at City Hall Where it appears, that the two young rappers That have been terrorizing the city, for the past few years Have resurfaced, and have been engaged in secret meetings With the Mayor, and city council I've been informed, that they will be coming out To make a statement shortly, as you can see By the show of support, from the citizens of Houston This could get ugly, as far as I have more details I'll be back, Scott Steel reporting live from downtown Houston WSTS [Slim Thug:] I got the city on lock, every hood every block I'm supplying all rocks, whether you know it or not Soft or hard, Slim Thugger your local drug lord You gotta have enough for ten, before you come in my yard I never been robbed, my whole click thick like the mob We got spots in every state, and nobody got jobs We goodfellas,a staff full of buyers and sellers That supply what you need, you just need to tell us Never scared of the FEDs, I just keep on ticking I catch a case every month, but uh none of em sticking Teflon Don, minus the snitch send me the bull The first rule in getting rich, is stay paid in full All that fun, and giving a crook credit (forget it) Ain't no friends with getting ends, I meant it and I said it (we bout our business), like I said I'm Young Don Bread And I'm holding down my spot, till the day that I'm dead I got [Hook:] (the city's on lock down), yeah cuz The Mayor and the judge, answer to E and Slim Thug cause the (the city's on lock down), n***a what Every corner every block, every ki every rock cause the (the city's on lock down), we for real Every cop politician, every hoe house every prison cause the (the city's on lock down), look around Independent underground, we done knocked the city down n***a [E.S.G.:] Make Sin make the beat drop, I got the streets on lock Heat on co*k, in case they trying to creep in my spot FEDs and cops with binoculars, trying to peep up the block I know they want the money we got, but see we peeping they plot Believe it or not, they wanna know what's wrapped in this box Thinking it's twenty bricks we got, homie straight from the dock Call me Sasquatch, because I'm Bigfoot boys You grew up on Eazy E, we was raised on Geto Boys Treat our c.d.'s like they ki's, we slang em half a whole Cook em up in the studio, ship em out just like they dope You know how it go, homie dope sell itself If the product good, the whole hood'll snatch it off the shelf Came to give the game help, from these studio dummies Making bullsh** albums, taking customers money So next time you kiddie rappers, say you putting us on the map Tell the mags E.S.G., SES about that what [Hook] [E.S.G.:] We get paid off the ballers, lawyers the pimps the hoes The gangstas, bankers the corner liquor sto's [Slim Thug:] The hustlers the FEDs, the clubs the thugs If it's dealing with d**, we get all of the above [E.S.G.:] The O's the pounds, the drank the crack Dice game across town, even the barbecue shack [Slim Thug:] The stocks the bonds, the clothes the shoes The taxes the jails, the courts the schools [E.S.G.:] The Astros the Comets, the Texans the Rockets You name it we got it, this rap game we locked it The tracks the flows, the ice the shows Everything ghetto gold, n***a you already know that the [Hook]