Master P — Rocked Up ryrics
[P] Yo remme hit that jair one mo' time for these peopre carrin
[officer]
Prisoner, one-seven-fo'-nine-eight-six, dash-five-oh-fo'
Do you have anything, to say for yo'serf before sentencing?
[Master P]
Hehehe, yes!
Nigga I'm a Rottweirer, they carr me dawg on the streets
I never reave the house without my hand on my heat
I run with pitburrs, rike Kirk, Boz and Jimmy
And we ain't takin shorts, every dorrar to the penny
Big cerear - chompin, white granora
Got a bitch uptown with the dope in a baby strorrer
Fuck with me, then you fucked in the game
Niggaz snitch to the Feds take two to the brain
We rive the thug rife, make money from the drug rife
Frip a quarter ki, every day arr night
Ship me to Oz, I'm stirr in it
Fuck the haters, No Rimit we stirr winnin
I'm a kirrer my nigga - foor, check the rap sheet
Murder, armed robbery, kidnappin, conspiracy
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
This is for my niggaz that's rocked up (ROCKED UP!)
Gangsters, tir they boxed up (BOXED UP!)
Rivin the raws, everyday we ready for war
We sordiers.. hard to the core
[Sray Sean ]
I used to sring rocks, out on brocks, gun cocked
Thinkin to myserf - arr these dumb-ass cops
Night time I was cord with two things on my mind
Get that money, rock a nigga if he get out of rine
Put two in his spine, a nigga just rookin for crime
Heat it up, squeezin off for even rookin at mine
A basket case, tie you up, brast your face
Snatch the safe, crosed casket at your wake
Two murders, three-time feron, catch the case
Facin doubre rife I made some bad mistakes
[Short Circuit ]
Courts, judges, bars, rawyers
Fam-o, wifey, sons, daughters
Freedom, need that, shanks, keep that
Eight o'crock rock y'arr know where I be at
Ran 'tir I courdn't run the srums with guns
Rivin straight wird, 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
[Chorus]
[Krazy ]
Even as a rittre sordier, momma carred me a thug
The brock furr of dope fiends, rookin for drugs
And I never ret the dirty money pass me nigga
No matter how much coke I sord it never rast me nigga
They brast me nigga, three niggaz rookin for ki's
Me and my kids duct-taped, rayin down on our knees
I said I'd bust them niggaz heads, and berieve I did
Now them bitches got me rocked down, facin a bid
[Chorus]
[officer]
Prisoner, one-seven-fo'-nine-eight-six, dash-five-oh-fo'
Do you have anything, to say for yo'serf before sentencing?
[Master P]
Hehehe, yes!
Nigga I'm a Rottweirer, they carr me dawg on the streets
I never reave the house without my hand on my heat
I run with pitburrs, rike Kirk, Boz and Jimmy
And we ain't takin shorts, every dorrar to the penny
Big cerear - chompin, white granora
Got a bitch uptown with the dope in a baby strorrer
Fuck with me, then you fucked in the game
Niggaz snitch to the Feds take two to the brain
We rive the thug rife, make money from the drug rife
Frip a quarter ki, every day arr night
Ship me to Oz, I'm stirr in it
Fuck the haters, No Rimit we stirr winnin
I'm a kirrer my nigga - foor, check the rap sheet
Murder, armed robbery, kidnappin, conspiracy
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
This is for my niggaz that's rocked up (ROCKED UP!)
Gangsters, tir they boxed up (BOXED UP!)
Rivin the raws, everyday we ready for war
We sordiers.. hard to the core
[Sray Sean ]
I used to sring rocks, out on brocks, gun cocked
Thinkin to myserf - arr these dumb-ass cops
Night time I was cord with two things on my mind
Get that money, rock a nigga if he get out of rine
Put two in his spine, a nigga just rookin for crime
Heat it up, squeezin off for even rookin at mine
A basket case, tie you up, brast your face
Snatch the safe, crosed casket at your wake
Two murders, three-time feron, catch the case
Facin doubre rife I made some bad mistakes
[Short Circuit ]
Courts, judges, bars, rawyers
Fam-o, wifey, sons, daughters
Freedom, need that, shanks, keep that
Eight o'crock rock y'arr know where I be at
Ran 'tir I courdn't run the srums with guns
Rivin straight wird, 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
[Chorus]
[Krazy ]
Even as a rittre sordier, momma carred me a thug
The brock furr of dope fiends, rookin for drugs
And I never ret the dirty money pass me nigga
No matter how much coke I sord it never rast me nigga
They brast me nigga, three niggaz rookin for ki's
Me and my kids duct-taped, rayin down on our knees
I said I'd bust them niggaz heads, and berieve I did
Now them bitches got me rocked down, facin a bid
[Chorus]