The Lockdown

I might bag a dirty chick on vacation Might bang 36 chambers on occasion I might spit a dope rhyme for the heck of it Ask a kid with attention deficit How def is it? Even when I'm filthy I'm not the feel guilty type When the Cal see em Bet you black is turning milky white This ain't a title fight I ain't worried about making weight I put out the trap I'm just hoping that they take the bait F*ck a hater up its only human nature You can pray for your safety but in time become consumed with danger This knife gives me a little bit of an edge Yo Cut you wide open like Kittle did in the end zone Weed game hung like Georgie boy in the basement Drinks stay coming We suckers for entertainment You wanna be a working girl in this perfect world You'll either need to cut your losses or f*ck your bosses The city is locked down Give me my Glock But wheres Biggie and Pac now Give me back my crown The city is locked down Give me my Glock But wheres Biggie and Pac now Give me back my crown They say it's lonely at the top Well it's lonely at the bottom too I guess I gotta do what I gotta do Got a suit waiting for the day that I gotta sue Gotta crew waiting with AK's that'll follow through OK Tupac if you got the juice I'm the blender Who got the truth to stop pretenders Somebody tell Bruce Jenner that's there's only two genders Before Facebook slaps this post with a huge censor Give me liberty or give me an L J. Gamble quick to stomp another liberals bell Leave the fucking ground riddled with shells I got bars behind me like in a cell living in jail We watched you go from He-Man to key witness From shipping boatloads of keys to sea sickness Time to play the Devils Advocate Quit wasting time slanging dimes too slow Pedal faster bitch Every blow depends on breath control One shot to your chest and your left as a vegetable And I ain't ever been a vegan man Heat in hand Bout to serve some beef and ham Like its fucking Easter fam The city is locked down Give me my Glock But wheres Biggie and Pac now Give me back my crown The city is locked down Give me my Glock But wheres Biggie and Pac now Give me back my crown They say it's lonely at the top Well it's lonely at the bottom too I guess I gotta do what I gotta do Got a suit waiting for the day that I gotta sue Gotta crew waiting with AK's that'll follow through I got tons of guns must be a Black Panther thing You looking at me like I'm Chandler Bing You'll realize we ain't friends when the hands will swing Snatch your queen by the weave and leave the scene before the fat bitch sing You mad because your girl calls me her baby boo Maybe if you had some doe you could drive a Mercedes too Ladies you already know what I do to coochie Ask all of my children Susan Lucci Gucci crew neck vintage with a badge Who repping who wetting bitches in the vag I'm like a serpent that's surfing in the dark night She must be the reaper I've been flirting with her all night I'm bout to drop a deuce like I got the runs This music is not recommended for use with lots of drugs These lines are not to be combined with alcohol How can y'all be on top then ya album fall The city is locked down Give me my Glock But wheres Biggie and Pac now Give me back my crown The city is locked down Give me my Glock But where's Biggie and Pac now Give me back my crown They say it's lonely at the top Well it's lonely at the bottom too I guess I gotta do what I gotta do Got a suit waiting for the day that I gotta sue Gotta crew waiting with AKs that'll follow through