they got me botched up) They won't let me out (locked up) x2 They won't let me out no (caught up) I'm locked up but they can't stop us [Verse 2] Some
Übersetzung: C-Murder. Gesperrt bis.
(they got me botched up) They won't let me out (locked up) x2 They won't let me out no (caught up) I'm locked up but they can't stop us [Verse 2] Some
Clinton, locked down Rikers Island, all them dudes I was uh locked up with E block, F block L I H N I C in Rikers Island Downstate All the peoples
: And my niggas say We want the FAAAAME C'mon c'mon [Chorus] One thing we all adore Something worth dying for Nothing but pain Stuck in this
secret, nigga. These niggaz I'm supposed to beef wit. Aw man, this fight is fixed, you been set up, [laughing] that's what he gonna say, "they set me up
inna dem back pocket And have leisure night time inna some black jacket All who nuh lock glocks, ah dem a lock rocket They will full you up ah current
lock up my thugs wanna see us fall short Fuck it, I'ma blow up the court and show 'em no remorse. Hit 'em up with the C4, backdoor Nigga, let Stack
this Mo Thug and we can get fucked-up Even if I'm under surveillance, I watch out Wanna win, and fuck 'em up daily, throwin' up 7 What am I yellin'? Murderer
was too much No luck you get blowed up All of you niggas goes out The surgeons say that your body can not be sewed up Hold up and wait a minute It's time
yard, word to God, Def Squad! With my nigga Keith in the place takin charge Word up you'll get hurt up like the jury callin murder You're deaf cuz I freak
citation We pause for radio station identification WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP! [Tech N9NE] When I Woke-Up, I got the mic and never chocked up Busted a verse
dissin' me on a record ain't what it's all about Motherfuckers wanna come up and then they dumb up So get to the gat and put the fuckin' drum up Nigga
a sack of leaves Gucci mane fuck up the sound Dead drunk like my uncle Touch my brother dood n I'll cock and shoot or cut your throat Gucci mane fuck up
They try to ban my shit And I don't give a damn Roll up, your eye will get swoll up Suckers who flexed Yo, their deaths got tolled up Cause I'm not the
cha How we do Primo, Jigga-Man History in the making Let's go Uhh, uh-huh-uh-UHH Uh-huh-uh-uhh, uhh I spit the murder-murder-murderous Mur-mur-ma-murderous
solo You must be buggin out, new to my shit, home on a furlough Ask around, who's laid up, sharp and straight up Mafioso, gettin niggaz wigs sprayed up
be the X when I split ?em up Sorta like I was liquored up and backin? up in the cup Everybody be knowin? I be actin? up when I buzz From Missouri to