Locked Up

[P] Yo lemme hit that jail one mo' time for these people callin [officer] Prisoner, one-seven-fo'-nine-eight-six, dash-five-oh-foDo you have anything, to say for yo'self before sentencing? [Master P] Hehehe, yes! Nigga I'm a Rottweiler, they call me dawg on the streets I never leave the house without my hand on my heat I run with pitbulls, like Kirk, Boz and Jimmy And we ain't takin shorts, every dollar to the penny Big cereal - chompin, white granola Got a bitch uptown with the dope in a baby stroller Fuck with me, then you fucked in the game Niggaz snitch to the Feds take two to the brain We live the thug life, make money from the drug life Flip a quarter ki, every day all night