| Uh-huh. |
| yo, uh-huh
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| Yo I got it locked like the mob on my block
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| The local rap star that the fine women watch
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| My sister used to say that I shoulda been a cop
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| 'til I pulled up in the fully tinted drop
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| Until I rapped on the ninety-six album of the year
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| Now she don’t think I’m so weird
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| Now when I pop in the tape she wanna listen
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| Kissin my ass; |
| like back in ninety-five she wasn’t dissin
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| Now I got a deal and I’m steppin with a piston
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| C.O. |
| executive position
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| The wisdom of a man doin life inside prison
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| All he do is read, smoke stogs, and be liftin
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| The vision of how I can overcome the system
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| Pace will be a legend in his time like Sonny Liston — locked
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| Yo I got it locked, on the real I got it locked
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| Rollin with the kids that wanna rock
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| Yo no doubt I got it locked, word life I got it locked
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| Whip my 540 on your block
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| Yo don’t try to look hard like you holdin down the spot
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| Don’t try to look away like you ain’t on the jock
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| Cause I’m comin with the Outz and we takin whatchu got
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| Beefin like B.I.G. |
| and Tupac
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| Yo I got it locked like the Feds that be watchin where you plot
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| Locked like Gotti, but headin for the top
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| Get my money up, push Hummers off the lot
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| L and registration, ridin with a fox
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| Set to Wild Out like I’m runnin with The L.O.X.
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| Don’t make me put you in a pine box — locked!
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| It’s like Pacey-come-lately, happy-go-lucky
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| Beat y’all kids like, Pappy don’t snuff me Don’t want her if she ugly, two-faced or chubby
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| Keep my mother lookin lovely, give her money
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| See I need the finest in life, cameras and lights
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| Hammers and ice, people feel me — the good stuff!
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| Blow my whole neighborhood up, glad I stood up Put flavor in your mix like sugar
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| Lock your girl down like Booker; |
| never fall in love with a hooker
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| or cracked out broads that smoke cook-up
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| Could be she fine now well off and she a looker
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| and know how to work the pressure cooker
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| But drugs is more addictive than love, kisses and hugs
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| People slip and get hung, grippin they lung
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| My nigga gettin this money is my number one agenda
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| Tie your raps up like, please return to sender
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| Locked — I got it locked, no doubt I got it locked
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| Mixin up the beef with the brat
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| Yo on the real I got it locked, you see I got it locked
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| Underground never go pop
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| Baby heads all bring they friends we drop, do the wop
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| Gettin mad bent off the gin and the scotch
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| I’m hittin off the skins then I’m audi from the spot
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| Locked! |