Juicy J - Lock Down lyrics

[Intro: Koopsta Knicca] Yeah you know what I'm sayin, these lil flodgin a** n***as Come down on lower level actin like they hard Off the street a** punk! yaint bout sh** n***a! Bring that sh** to the floor n***a Got 4 mo muthaf**in days n***a Go get yo a** delt with b*atch! n***a gone get yo muf**in a** put in a piledriver n***a Bring it to the floor muthaf**a You can't f** wit dis pimp n***a (woof woof grrrrrrr) Don't get yo a** put into a motherf**in piledriver Like I said aaaaa [Verse 1: Juicy J] It started out in 201 lock down Me and paul in a holding cell Waitin to use the f**in phone Waitin to get a f**in bail Some people think 201 is just a place for cops and robbers n***as still smoke weed constantly, pa**ing dollars Mace in your face when it's time to get buckwild Cause lawyer fees are high as hell Payin these can't even help my trial So while I'm thinkin to myself A n***a walked right up to me Lookin me up and down with a frown Smellin like a bottle of Crown But I dont give a f** Cuz this ho gone make me make the news For shankin n***as in the neck Whippin guards and takin shoes He threw up a gang sign I turned my back didn't pay em no mind And when I looked around again He threw it up another time I said yo whats up fool Is there somethin that your trying to prove I ain't wit that gang sh** He smiled and fired up a Kool Walked a little closer to me I'mma pull them dreads up outta his head He didn't show no violent act But in a low tone this is what he said: [Hook] k**a, k**a, whatcha gonna do? Get blessed in the red or get blessed in the blue On the 34th floor they got them G's claimin true So whatcha gonna do, young k**a [Verse 2: Lord Infamous] Ya gotta have somebody watchin' somebody else Aand them watchin somebody too While you watchin everybody Cuz they a** is out to get you No matter if you In the dope game Or the rap game Or what situation Your in my friend There is no such thing as a f**in friend Maybe you out to get them secretly They out to get you Can't no love be in yo heart By the way f** these hoes too You know they just as devious as negros That ho don't love yo a** damn fool If you was broke she'd blow like smoke And f** these police a** n***as, snitches pull the sword Stab you in ya back for a muthaf**in reward Junky muthaf**ers sittin down at the precinct Lookin at pictures trying to indentify a n***a On the realla man, this game is so filthy And everybody guilty, n***as start to tripping So keep extra clips, see Man trust is somethin that I never had much faith in Cuz f**in wit n***as you will end up in the state pen [Hook] [Verse 3: DJ Paul] Yeah, aww sh** they shine them blues up on my candy They said somebody done dropped the dime but these Playa hatas can stand me And now my burbons on the record at about eleven In the back of the car, Im hope'n I see tha 9-7-11 .45 they done brought that dog Me and Crunchy eye to eye while chris be stuffin his draws I heard a roomer that damn hound done found my stash pot I had for juice a blow And a infared on my .40 and a Glock Aww f**, we on our way to the duece 01 [201] This sh** was cool to rap about but now it ain't so fun But little do they know ben's made friends I had to spend plenty of em But we ain't seein no payin at least this sh** [Verse 4: Gangsta Boo] n***a let me ask you are you really down wit yo game Or when you get locked up do that sh** change Now I'm comin real, tryna know the deal Bout you k**as, are you just some shiesty n***as That hang around drug dealers When yo a** be locked up Ho, do you be like doin chores? For so co*kin that you in Like BDs [Black Disciples] and Vice Lords Let this lady kick some knowledge For n***as thats full of flodgin Its guaranteed to get f**ed up By them real mobsters k**a k**a k**a Whatcha gonna do, is yo color red or blue You f**ed up, you gonna get stuck up because you ain't true For that simple reason, found you shakin, bleedin, in yo cell Now yo a** done bought a one way ticket to a burnin hell Yeah for you n***as that's thinkin that 201 is a joke (a muthaf**in game) You muthaf**as (watch you back n***a) A n***a need to work that trunk ho Rock man, rock man let me get some rock man (rock man pa** the muthaf**in Kool-aid b**h!!)