| It’s been a minute that I’ve been sittin' up in this cell |
| Thinkin' of many ways that I can get paid escapin' jail |
| My life is like a football game, I’m movin' the chains |
| Tryin' to score so I could maneuver the Range |
| I hear police callin' my name, I ball in no lane |
| Tryin' to hit the wall, make the ghetto hall of fame |
| It’s third and long, got a lot of yards to gain |
| I’m federal, youse a misdemeanor, you small change |
| It’s that, S W A N G affiliate |
| From the penitentiary to the club, love I’m sendin' it |
| Turn me out and throw it up and get your boogie on |
| And let me see those fingers in the sky if you feelin' it |
| I’m sick and ain’t no curin' me, maximum security |
| Can’t stop my back bumper draggin' through your community |
| Process me, lock me down, level me hard kid |
| I still come out swingin' like Ron Artest, nigga ha ha |
| Is it the concrete or the walls? |
| Maybe it’s the bars, might be the guards |
| Nigga this is lockdown, lock 'em down, lock 'em down |
| This is lockdown, lock 'em down, lock 'em down |
| Is it the concrete or the walls? |
| Maybe it’s the bars, might be the guards |
| Nigga this is lockdown |
| I’m 'bout to whip yo' ass mayne, ha ha |
| Nigga the bang bang get up |
| Skip skippin' through the lane, swang, look at Dub |
| Swangin', still feelin 'em all, I can’t wait to get out |
| When I touch-down nigga, I’ma turn shit out |
| Looka there, biddy-by-by, buh-by-by beddy-bye nigga |
| Lights out, Dub and Nelly 'bout to shut the lights off |
| C-walkin' on the industry, spittin' with all my energy |
| Dedicated to my niggaz in the penitentiary |
| Ladies bounce to this, sip Cris', get drunk to this |
| Refs walks to this, dawgs thump to this |
| On my mind is my fetti, itchin' for the day |
| That I can parole and jack the nose on a Chevy |
| Three-wheel to the St. Lou' and connect with Nelly |
| Jump in the Escalade on them deuce-four Pirelli’s, nigga |
| Money is freedom and freedom is cash |
| And anything between me and my freedom I’ll whup an ass, ha ha |
| Is it the concrete or the walls? |
| Maybe it’s the bars, might be the guards |
| Nigga this is lockdown, lock 'em down, lock 'em down |
| This is lockdown, lock 'em down, lock 'em down |
| Is it the concrete or the walls? |
| Maybe it’s the bars, might be the guards |
| Nigga this is lockdown |
| I’m 'bout to whip yo' ass mayne, ha ha |
| Yeah, Dub stay chuckin' the pavement, I’m anti-general populated |
| Hood related, the industry most hated |
| 'Cause I ball greedy and rhyme for mine, c’mon I’m willin' to die for mine |
| C’mon, while haters hate from the sideline |
| I’m like Fabolous, I make you 'Breathe' hard |
| Leavin' ya bleedin' and scarred, PC’d up on the sensitive knee guard |
| Dub Central ain’t no surrender, spit for repetitive offenders |
| Facin' D.A.'s with public defenders nigga, ha ha |
| Is it the concrete or the walls? |
| Maybe it’s the bars, might be the guards |
| Nigga this is lockdown, lock 'em down, lock 'em down |
| This is lockdown, lock 'em down, lock 'em down |
| Is it the concrete or the walls? |
| Maybe it’s the bars, might be the guards |
| Nigga this is lockdown |
| I’m 'bout to whip yo' ass mayne, ha ha |