Funkmaster Flex & Big Kap - If I Get Locked Up lyrics

Check Check, 1,2 , 1,2 1,2(it's rolling) Yea yea yea Dr. Dre up in here Y'all know what this is Its what y'all been waiting for Funk Master Flex, Big Kap Def Jam Records giving it to you baby Yo Eminem show these mother f*ckers what time it is baby I used to be a lonely man, only mad, until I got a million dollars, sh** Now if i only had some f*cking hair I'd pull it, faster than a bullet Out of 2Pac's chest before the ambulance came too late to do it I'm trying to grow it back again, it was an accident I had my back against the fan and chopped it off in Amsterdam I hate the straight jacket it ain't latching, and can't lock it So they stapled my hand to my pants pockets The cell's padded and battered like someone else had it Before me, and just kept throwing they f*cking selfs at it My head is aching, I'm dedicated to medication But this med is taking to long to bring me this sedadation? (Come on!) Anyway I got down with Dre (What up?) The first man who taught me how the Glock sounded to spray Running up and down the street screaming, "F*ck the Police" When you still had your mother's f*cking Nipple stuck in your teeth (f*cking baby) Became a role model after Colorado Now all they do is follow me around and holla Bravo! Hell yea I punch my b**h and beat my kids in public s** my dick, b**h I'm sick enough to f*ck a man in his face but I won't Cause you'll probably wanna stand in his place So put a sock in it, with your fake-a** 2Pac image You f*ggots ain't tough, you just get drunk and become talkative (Wanna Fight?) I'm probably the akwardest alcoholic talking Walking like a midget with a ladder in his back pocket So when you see me on your block stumbling, mumbling A bunch of dumb sh** like my drunk uncle does I ain't buzzed, I'mm juss high on life So why on earth would I need d**, when I can fly on kites? Motherf*ckers, Slim Shady Dr Dre: Dr Dre! Eminem: I'm drunk pa** the tec Cause if I get locked up tonite! Then I might not come home tonite! Keep it moving! Off and on, Eminem is on Off and on, Dr. Dre is On The whole entire world can sit and twirl like a whirling tire I set a f*cking girl on fire with a curling iron (AHH!) Psych I'm just joking, for christ sake Dont get so bent out of shape Cause I went out and raped six girlfriends Some people just don't get it, but I won't let it upset me Cause they don't know better They don't know what the f*ck its like to be so fed up And fed so many uppers you're down and won't get up My mind's got a mind of it's own, sometimes I can't find it at home It hides in the stove (Hello, where you at?) sh**, talk about your brain being baked My sh**'s still in the oven on 480 De-Grades Hailey Jade, daddy loves you baby Don't ever tell me how to raise my daughter f*ck you lady You critics wanna criticize but couldn't visualize Individuals lives through a criminal's eyes The neighborhood that I grew up in you could die for nothing And Dirty Dozen watches over me so try some dumb sh** I'll have a f*cking man raped with a band-aid over his mouth And shove his head in the fan blade Don't ever tell me what I can and what I can't say Or change cause of the age range in my fan base Like I give a f*ck who's buying this sh** Quit f*cking buying it, I'm tired b**h, I'm dying to quit Hip Hop is universal now, it's all commercial now It's like a circle full of circus clowns up in the circuit now But now the white kids like it, so they tell me I can buy it But as soon as I get on the mic it's like the night get silent Either that or booed, thats why I keep an attitude And go to sleep with it and wake up with it every afternoon I'm sick of being judged, f*ck it let me see a judge I'll confess to every murder I committed since 3 years old F*ck that, turn that sh** off Let's get the f*ck out of here You know how we do