Issue No 112 Lock Down Lyrics


Lock Down by Issue No. 112

I'm gonna rock for you, you gonna rock for me
It's DiVine!
LL to the end
Pussy boy now' we're now playing
Vinnie fat bastard, sumo
You know, Vinie bust niggas like Bruno,
Uno the' turns Mr. doomsday
Caught up a platoon, seek goons away
Best move is to do whatever these dudes say
Cause you do ' and it tunes today.
OK, they say I act alone'
But this G can't help it, I was raised this way!
I was raised no dad, just a foe'
All day, he's tripping, I give him a toe tag
When the queen stop' the goal with it
Flow city all in pursuit of more digits
See the plastic getting more bread
That's why 'em killers on the block put 'em dots to your forehead!
Hospitals need more Benz
You're in shock, screaming to the doc to bring more mens
Now your mothers all suffering and grieving
Cause you was off in the'
Die such young man, what was the reason?
Step to a villain, couldn't fucking believe him
How could he have the audacity to think
He could even amass the half of me?
Sick in the brain, nigga have to be
You think you're taking my cash for me
Silly faggot, I'm a G!

Hook:
Came from the block, now
On our way trying to make it to the top now
Oh, once you see your villain shot down
Respect, cause we got it all locked down!
Oh yo! No matter what you do, just don't quit!
No matter what you say, just pop your shit!
My niggas is coming through, we're in this bitch
You best get out the way for you to get here!
Oh la, la, la, la
For you to get here!
Oh la, la, la, la
For you to get here!

Time is rolling, big maze is growing
Ya niggas listen, new styles we're molding
Pop pounds we're growing, no'
You can buy rhymes at the same price as'
Off the coast where niggas is nice as this
Make my first million, send the'
And I don't give a fuck, middle finger to the Lord
Getting crackers, move the bricks in the same boat they bought us here
I'm the bad lanes down to my last grand man
Hustle from here to stay..
Cisco was no amateur '
Plus, I'm similar to God
I levitate your house when I'm pissing in your yard
The villains see the odds
Twenty one to black jack
Smell of equality blazing for my nap sap
Nigga, pock-pock, that's for you rap dudes
That's just a spit made for pussies like half fool
And you snap fool, Hannibal Lector lecture
Cost a G, but the manual extra.
I could show you how to do this
But stay in line, soldier, cause a nigga might lose this!
Stupid!

Hook:
Came from the block, now
On our way trying to make it to the top now
Oh, once you see your villain shot down
Respect, cause we got it all locked down!
Oh yo! No matter what you do, just don't quit!
No matter what you say, just pop your shit!
My niggas is coming through, we're in this bitch
You best get out the way for you to get here!
Oh la, la, la, la
For you to get here!
Oh la, la, la, la
For you to get here!

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