Three 6 Mafia — Lock Down

[Intro: Koopsta Knicca] Yeah you know what I'm sayin, these lil flodgin ass niggas Come down on lower level actin like they hard Off the street ass punk! yaint bout shit nigga! Bring that shit to the floor nigga Got 4 mo muthafuckin days nigga Go get yo ass delt with biatch! Nigga gone get yo mufuckin ass put in a piledriver nigga Bring it to the floor muthafucka You can't fuck wit dis pimp nigga (woof woof grrrrrrr) Don't get yo ass put into a motherfuckin 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 fuckin phone, waitin' to get a fuckin bail Some people think 201 is just a place for cops and robbers Niggas still smoke weed constantly, passing 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 nigga walked right up to me Lookin' me up and down with a frown, smellin' like a bottle of Crown But I dont give a fuck cuz this hoe gon' make me make the news For shankin' niggas in the neck, whippin' guards and takin' shoes He threw up a gang sign, I turned my back, didn't pay him no mind And when I looked around again he threw it up another time I said "Yo wassup fool, is there somethin that you're tryin' to prove?" I ain't wit that gang shit, 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] Killa, Killa, 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 killa [Verse 2: Lord Infamous] Ya gotta have somebody watchin' somebody else And them watchin somebody too While you watchin everybody cuz they ass is out to get you No matter if you in the dope game or the rap game Or what situation you're in my friend There is no such thing as a fuckin friend Maybe you out to get them, secretly they out to get you Can't no love be in yo heart, by the way fuck these hoes too You know they just as devious as negros That ho don't love yo ass damn fool, if you was broke she'd blow like smoke And fuck these police ass niggas, snitches pull the sword Stab you in ya back for a muthafuckin reward Junky muthafuckers sittin down at the precinct Lookin at pictures trying to indentify a nigga On the realla man, this game is so filthy And everybody guilty, niggas start to tripping So keep extra clips, see Man, trust is somethin that I never had much faith in Cuz fuckin' wit niggas you will end up in the state pen [Hook] Killa, Killa, 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 killa [Verse 3: DJ Paul] Yeah, aww shit they shine them blues up on my candy They said somebody done dropped the dime but these playa hatas can't 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 rumor that damn hound done found my stash pot I had four juice 'o blow and a infared on my .40 and a Glock Aww fuck, we on our way to the duece 01 [201] This shit 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 shit [Verse 4: Gangsta Boo] Nigga let me ask you are you really down wit yo gang Or when you get locked up do that shit change? Now I'm comin real, tryna know the deal bout you killas Are you just some sheisty niggas that hang around drug dealers When yo ass be locked up, hoe do you be like doin chores? For so cockin that you in like BD's and Vice Lords Let this lady kick some knowledge for niggas that's full of flodgin Its guaranteed to get fucked up by them real mobsters Killa killa killa whatcha gonna do, is yo color red or blue You fucked up, you gonna get stuck up because you ain't true For that simple reason, found you shakin, bleedin, in yo cell Now yo ass done bought a one way ticket to a burnin hell [Outro: Crunchy Black & DJ Paul] Yeah for you niggas that's thinkin that 201 is a joke (a muthafuckin game) You muthafuckas (watch you back nigga) A nigga need to work that trunk ho Rock man, rock man let me get some rock man (rock man pass the muthafuckin Kool-aid bitch!!)