(feat. Slay Sean, Short Circuit, Krazy)
[P] Yo lemme hit that jail one mo' time for these people callin


[officer]
Prisoner, one-seven-fo'-nine-eight-six, dash-five-oh-fo'
Do you have anything, to say for yo'self before sentencing?


[Master P]
Hehehe, yes!

^!$$% 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 (*##$ uptown with the dope in a baby stroller

$#&@ with me, then you $#&@ed in the game
^!$$%z 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
Ship me to Oz, I'm still in it
$#&@ the haters, No Limit we still winnin

I'm a killer my ^!$$% - fool, check the rap sheet
Murder, armed robbery, kidnappin, conspiracy


[Chorus - repeat 2X]
This is for my ^!$$%z that's locked up (LOCKED UP!)
Gangsters, til they boxed up (BOXED UP!)

Livin the laws, everyday we ready for war
We soldiers.. hard to the core


[Slay Sean ]
I used to sling rocks, out on blocks, gun @@#!ed
Thinkin to myself - all these dumb-ass cops

Night time I was cold with two things on my mind
Get that money, rock a ^!$$% if he get out of line
Put two in his spine, a ^!$$% just lookin for crime

Heat it up, squeezin off for even lookin at mine
A basket case, tie you up, blast your face
Snatch the safe, closed casket at your wake

Two murders, three-time felon, catch the case
Facin double life I made some bad mistakes


[Short Circuit ]
Courts, judges, bars, lawyers
Fam-o, wifey, sons, daughters

Freedom, need that, shanks, keep that
Eight o'clock lock y'all know where I be at
Ran 'til I couldn't run the slums with guns

Livin straight wild, knowin how the Jakes gon' come
Too many cats, in my hood, gettin it good
Know what I did, %#@! they got me facin a bid


[Chorus]


[Krazy ]
Even as a little soldier, momma called me a thug
The block full of dope fiends, lookin for drugs

And I never let the dirty money pass me ^!$$%
No matter how much !@%!e I sold it never last me ^!$$%
They blast me ^!$$%, three ^!$$%z lookin for ki's

Me and my kids duct-taped, layin down on our knees
I said I'd bust them ^!$$%z heads, and believe I did
Now them (*##$es got me locked down, facin a bid


[Chorus]