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Текст песни S.L.A.B. f Mack Biggers - Lock Down

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[Hook]It`s still the same thang, once againAbout`s to get the chain, headed back inThe concrete jungle, is my new home nowSo I gotta get ready to rumble, cause I`m on lock down[Trae]How the fuck could they do it to my brother, busta judge got him locked in a cellOnly means of communication, is a code through the mail24/7-3/65, for the rest of his lifeGotta be ready, just in case a ride break through the nightKeeping money on his books, so he can get his hustle onI feel I`m headed to the gates, so he don`t have to be aloneAnd if I gotta catch the chain, thangs ain`t gon be the sameShank on side of my hip, to go off in a nigga frameOver chow or my kicks, or respect of the matterJust mind your own and go on, nigga fuck if you badderDaydreaming and plus I`m paranoid, missing my childA good guy gone wild, with life read on his fileI can`t take it the thought of me leaving, this world foreverNever to see my fam, only wishing to get a letterOn lock, praying that this is only a dreamThe ride that I thought I took, really ain`t what it seem[Bridge]I`m on lock, and all I want is pictures and mailTo make my time fly by, while I`m stuck in a cellI`m on lock, and don`t even know if I`m coming homeBut I`ma take what I deserve, and go off when they in my zone - 2x[Hook - 2x][Boss]I`m on lock in my 6-by-8, straight from the streetsTo the steal gates, they got a nigga eating on steal platesI caught that chain, thinking my mama gon come and get meIt was only a matter of time, them bars close swiftlyYoung nigga known to run the H, on across the jail gatesI`m contemplating, of running my shank into my cell mateReminiscing back, when I was hustling out atticsNow it`s only concrete walls, and banging on bowling alleysNiggaz`ll untwist your cap, for fresh bag of them chapsLet me see what you look like, or get you more than some slapsWe was able to have cigarettes, but they took that and the weights awayNow I find myself shooting out kites, to pass my time awayOrange P`s and toothpaste, got me feeling a highStole off on the state guard, niggaz was jumping flyTwo shishcabob sticks up, for my niggaz that rideI do everything from the left side, taking it to your chest high[Bridge - 2x][Hook - 2x][Mack Biggers]I`m on lock, but I`m well connectedFrom the Clarke to the Brae`, niggaz respect it or check itH-Town niggaz stand up, Mack Biggers known to man upIce water, when it`s time to go on put my hands upAnd can`t wait to, take it to the yardMy fiber glass sharpened game sick, I`ll take it to your squadAnd fuck, what you niggaz is thinkingStill repping the block, from the streets to the Penn I`m still repping the blockFuck the C.O.`s, and C.O.3`sI do my time on my dick head, eat on theseNo meal and no flicks fuck it, I ain`t trippingP.O.A. got a nigga, staying focused on a millionIt`s Guerilla Emmet, so I run with the MaabYou niggaz is pussy cowards, y`all can`t run from the mobIt`s wreck time my nigga, won`t y`all come to the yardAnd Y-Town to H-Town, nigga just get in your squad[Bridge - 2x][Hook - 2x]

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