[Intro: Master P, Offier]
[MP] Yo lemme hit that jail one mo' time for these people calling

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

[Verse 1: Master P]
Hehehe, yes!
N***a 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
N***as 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
Fuck the haters, No Limit we still winnin
I'm a killer my n***a - fool, check the rap sheet
Murder, armed robbery, kidnappin, conspiracy

[Hook x2]
This is for my n***as 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
[Verse 2: ?Slay Sean?]
I used to sling rocks, out on blocks, gun cocked
Thinkin to myself - all these dumb-ass cops
Night time I was cold with two things on my mind
Get that money, rock a n***a if he get out of line
Put two in his spine, a n***a just lookin for crime
Heat it up, squeezin off for even lookin at mine
A basket case, tie you up, blast your face
Blast the safe, closed casket at your wake
Two murders, three-time felon, catch the case
Facing double life I made some bad mistakes

[Verse 3: ?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, shit they got me facin a bid

[Hook]

[Verse 4: ?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 n***a
No matter how much coke I sold it never last me n***a
They blast me n***a, three n***as lookin for ki's
Me and my kids duct-taped, layin down on our knees
I said I'd bust them n***as heads, and believe I did
Now them bitches got me locked down, facin a bid
[Hook]