Lock It Up

Yeah, like that

Okay, yeah

Say, bro, (Yeah) where you get them from?

Detroit? (Yeah) That machine gun, spray boy

And it's gon' hit some

New coupe? (Ooh) Been whippin' 'em

New boobs? (Yeah) Where you get them done?

Payroll (Nice), might put you on a table

And spread you out like some Yayo (I'm naughty, yah)

No, ***** (Oh), you don't know shit (No)

You just want all my money, ah

I was hopeless (Oh), now I'm focused (No)

Where the **** is the party at?

Now hold this (Oh), oh shit (Oh)

That's it (Yeah), so sick (Oh)

No shit (Oh)

Damn, I'm (Yeah) getting too ****in' old for this (Yeah)

But still as explosive with, just load the clip

Two pistols on hip, both are gripped

I hold them at shoulder width

Took a stab in the dark and broke the tip

Of my knife off, but your throat is slit

'Cause I'm cutthroat to the utmost with it

The ultimate

I just let the poker chips fall where they were supposed to fit

Now those days are over, scrapin' change in sofas

Tryna save at Kroger (Yeah)

So why would I give a **** about backstabbin' Trader Joe for?

How 'bout that, I'm paid as Oprah

Think I may have broke the scale

'Cause the wait is over

But wait, wait, hold up, 'cause they say I almost

I almost lost it

I had to reach back, back, and lock it, yeah (Lock it, lock it)

You almost got me (Stop it, stop it)

I had to reach back, back, and lock it, yeah (Lock it, lock it)

You almost (Stop it), you almost (Stop it), you almost (Stop it), but I got it (I got it)

You almost (Stop it), you almost (Stop it), you almost (Stop it), I got it (I got it)

So sit there and act pathetic and sulk

'Cause I'm getting green, Incredible Hulk

'Cause I usually get it in bulk

But I still will stomp your head to a pulp (Yeah)

You want smoke, I got the tical like Method Man

So get ready to die from second hand

Get a whiff of the doctor's medicine

Like sedatives you'll get popped, Excedrin

'Cause you can get it like over the counter (Yo)

Like I just left the damn concession stand (Yeah)

A mic in my hand's a weapon (What?)

I put that on everything like ranch, I'll never land

I'm too fly, I don't plan to ever Cinderella Man

What I am is better than

Every single one of you

Whether separate or all of you band together

And I put the game on the pill (Yeah)

Now my Shady babies are all stillborns

Meaning abortions that live 'cause they were still born

I can heal 'em with Neosporin

You 'bout to experience euphoria

(I'm a) true warrior, got the plug like Trugoy

Give me the cue like I'm ScHoolboy

And I'll treat the beat like a pitbull would do to a chew toy and destroy it, 'cause, boy, I

I almost lost it

I had to reach back, back, and lock it, yeah (Lock it, lock it)

You almost got me (Stop it, stop it)

I had to reach back, back, and lock it, yeah (Lock it, lock it)

You almost (Stop it), you almost (Stop it), you almost (Stop it), but I got it (I got it)

You almost (Stop it), you almost (Stop it), you almost (Stop it), I got it (I got it)