Lock Down Tight chords and lyrics - RON C

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[Verse 1]
[Em]I got [G]popped, [Em]I wa[G]s amazed,
phased and dazed
by the [Em]DEA's 12th gauge.
[G]Task force got busy and [Em]got with me,
how could it happen,
some[G]body [Em]must have snitched on me.
It's 4 [G]in the morning
and the doors [Em]just roll,
[E]cell [Em]block just packed with
[G]young black folks.
From 17 to 40 this is where we're [Em]at,
I [E]can't [Em]un derstand why th[G]ese
hoes holding us back.
CEOs steady tripping
and they [Em]got big guests,
but us niggas [G]in a joint
don't buy this crap.
Cuz everybody's down,
but we [D]don't sit [Em]together in a joint you're tough,
[G]but you don't sweat
leather combat boots
And you're [D]usually [Em]in
blue at 12 o 'clock.
No, [G]you might eat red soup
Head to the [Em]day room t[G]o [D]watch [Em]the two
some close to see motherfuck[G]ers
acting the fool over the TV
They [Em]want to watch [E]so [Em]train,
[E]but the [Em]niggas in [G]the back
want a Chicago game
So what do we see we [D]see [Em]a fight now?
[E]My rid[Em]e is pumped
and [G]everybody is hyped
White boys gettin' rocked,
messes won't fight
Pullin' shanks [F]on the [G]nigga,
[F]they ain't seein' [G]sight
Boys open bombs [F]come and it's over,
[G]right?
Wrong nigga, they get some too
But in the [Em]end t[G]hey win,
you [D]heard [Em]the scoop
Ten or twenty niggas [G]in solitary
And you know damn well
it's in[D]volun[Em]tary
You might have five [G]years
but you can do ten
Act a fool and get schooled
I don't [Em]like [E]the pen,
but I'm [Em]locked down [G]tight
Yeah, they got a nigga [F]locked down tight
and [G]a motherf[Em]ucker
But it ain't shit, I'ma get [G]out of this bitch
And when I tip, you straight stackin'
You [D]shoulda caught [Em]me in the first place
The [G]pen ain't shit to me
All these punk -ass bars on my dick
You see I'm spendin' pain
and money on a bitch
[Em]Moth[G]erfuckers gettin' raped,
turnin' gay
Ooh, I ain't got shit to say
[Em]But I'm fixin' to tell y[D]ou
what's [G]up with this shit, man
New day, I'm up, I'm aggravated CEO
standing scream[G]ing it's unrelated
Bullshit I'm bout to see [D]in [Em]the mix
I [E]won't [Em]quit, [E]so [Em]get o[G]ff my dick
I'm on 2 row in [D]cell num[Em]ber 4
We call it close cause it deep
An[G]d I'm holding my own
Now it's about time to
hit the [Em]shower [E]deep
And the [Em]first thing I witness
[G]is a R .A .P .E.
Damn, I thought he moved the gang
But the young dumb punk
puked salt on his face
Now that's another grown
man turned out
And without a doubt
he's suckin' dicks daily now
Givin' the lips quick, it's kinda [D]sick[E]
[Em]It's [E]like [Em]watchin' a homo
[G]sexual porno flick
And at the PC, Protective [Em]Custody
[E]Con [Em]-drunk maggots[G],
claimin' and wantin' to be somethin' close to a woman
[Em]But all these bitches with these d[G]icks
get bent when I throw them
I'm a gunslinger, I don't [Em]give a fuck
See a punk split his [G]wig,
kick him in the gut
Popeye's a plump if I get stumped
Breakin' jaws, yes, y 'all,
I'll kill a muck
Suckers can't run, they gotta get flack
I'm 52, 87, 68, black
I'm the number, not a name
Simply [D]trippin' [Em]on things[E]
Cause a nigga's life [Em]has
[G]been rearranged
Yes, sir, no, sir
I'm tired of [Em]this bullshit, I feel like explode
Es[G]cape in the grip, suicides in my mind
But [D]fuck [Em]it, I'm t[E]oo s[Em]trong
to go [E]out [G]like a smoker
And I'm still locked down, tight
[D]Right [Em]about now is when all you
[G]motherfuckers know what time it is
So check it out as I take
you on a trip with me
[Em]As we go through the
penit[G]en [Em]tiary[G]
Here we go
In the pen, you gotta fuck
a fighter bust a 50
Ain't nothin' funny when it's
time to get nitty gritty
Gettin' dropped ain't a part of my plan
I'm throwin' right hooks
and followin' up with a blast
How can you accept my punish[D]ment?
[Em]Unless you'r[E]e runnin' from[Em] it
you're [G]gonna get done and
finished in the end
Ain't nobody mov[Em]in' but me
I'm [G]on the rack,
you're getting A -G -G
Talking a lot of iron,
frustra[Em]tion won't leave
[G]Until I got them young niggas set free
At the crib, chilling with [Em]the family deep
It's so damn [G]hard trying to cope in the P
[Em]A thousa[G]nd weeks to go
before a [Em]nigga hit [E]the streets
[Em]They got a lot of [G]crack on
the west side wing
Smokers paying money,
nothing [Em]but your dope fiend
Getting [G]real high in the penzo
What in the hell,
they wanna go home, bro?
I'm seeing this shit and it's
hard to believe
Rehabilitation ends, the penitentiary
Now how can this be,
my celly smokin' some weed
[G]I fucked a b[Em]oss l[G]ady,
now she's payin' [Em]the seat
Penitentiary dick,
it's [G]hard as concrete
Shootin' nothing but your comm
on the [Em]magazine
Receivin' letters from the [G]world
about the freak scene
My old girl keeps right, she wants to [D]do me
[Em]The bitch say she's still cold[G],
true to me
I've been locked up too, I [G]got more to [Em]go
I know she's fuckin', [G]so fuck the hoe
Cause I'm locked down, tight
[Em]Yeah, look,
[D]this is [Em]how it g[G]oes in the penitentiary
I'm aggrav[G]ated, frustrated,
but these hoes [Em]ain't gon'
dominate a nigga like the C
[G]Bitch, y are terrifying shit,
you're making me harder
than a motherfucker
[Em]I'm talking to the youngster o[G]ut there
[Em]slinging and [G]banging, remaining a fuck -up
All the bad motherfuckers are dead,
I hear what nigga [Em]did
[G]But [Em]you don't [G]hear it through
As I sit on my bunk,
I start to think about my mother
I love her [G]dearly, I'd do anything for her
I know she's [G]mad upset and frustrated
[G]cause her first [G]born son
is left behind some [G]gangsta men
I could be at the crib cutting the grass,
[Em]washing the car and[G]
getting A's in class
But I chose them roads in the fast lane,
noth[Em]ing [E]but co[Em]caine mak
[G]ing the big bank
Mama said son, slow down [Em]please,
[E]but it went [Em]on my ear
and [G]I was headed for the streets
Coming up [G]like Tony Montana fool,
was the only thing I ever in[G]tended to do
But then, I got popped,
I [G]was amazed, phased and dazed
by the D .A.'s 12th gauge.
Task Force got busy and got with me.
How could it happen?
Somebody must have snitched on [G]me.