Funkmaster Flex & Big Kap - If I Get Locked Up (Feat. Eminem & Dr. Dre) | Текст песни

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[Verse 1]
I used to be a lonely man
Only mad
Til I got a million dollars
Shit now if I only had
Some fucking hair I'd pull it faster than a bullet
Out of 2Pac's chest before the ambulance came too late to do it
I'm trying to grow it back again
It was an accident
I had my back against the fan
And chopped it off in Amsterdam
I hate this straitjacket
It ain't latching and can't lock it
So they stapled my hand to my pants pockets
The cell's padded and battered like someone else had it
Before me and just kept throwing their fucking self at it
My head is aching
I'm dedicated to medication
But this med is taking to long to bring me this sedadation
Anyway, I got down with Dre
The first man who taught me how the Glock sounded to spray
Running up and down the street screaming, Fuck the Police
When you still had your mother's fucking nipple stuck in your teeth
Became a role model after Colorado
Now all they do is follow me around and holler bravo
Hell yeah I punch my bitch
And beat my kids in public
Suck my dick bitch
I'm sick enough to fuck a man in his face
But I won't
Cause you probably wanna stand in his place
So put a sock in it, with your fake-ass 2Pac image
You faggots ain't tough
You just get drunk and become talkative
I'm probably the awkwardest alcoholic talking
Walking like a midget with a ladder in his back pocket
So when you see me on your block stumbling
Mumbling a bunch of dumb shit like my drunk uncle does
I ain't buzzed, I'm just high on life
So why on earth would I need drugs
When I'm fly on kites
Motherfucker
Slim Shady
I'm drunk, pass the Tec

[Hook x2]
Cause if I get locked up tonight
Then I might not come home tonight
Keep it moving
Off and on, Eminem is on
Off and on, Dr. Dre is on

[Verse 2]
The whole entire world can sit and twirl like a whirling tire
I set a fucking girl on fire with a curling iron
Psych, I'm just joking
For Christ sakes
Don't get so bent out of shape
Cause I went out and raped six girlfriends
Some people just don't get it
But I won't let it upset me
Cause they don't know better
They don't know what the fuck it's like to be so fed up
And fed so many uppers you're down and won't get up
My mind's got a mind of its own
Sometimes I can't find it at home
It hides in the stove
Hello, where you at
Shit, talk about your brain being baked
My shit's still in the oven on 480 degrees
Hailie Jade, Daddy loves you, baby
Don't ever tell me how to raise my daughter
Fuck you lady
You critics wanna criticize but couldn't visualize
Individuals lives through a criminal's eyes
The neighborhood that I grew up in, you could die for nothing
And Dirty Dozen watches over me, so try some dumb shit
I'll have a fucking man raped
With a Band-Aid over his mouth
And shove his head in a fan blade
Don't ever tell me what I can and what I can't say
Or change cause of the age range in my fan base
Like I give a fuck who's buying this shit
Quit fucking buying it
I'm tired bitch, I'm dying to quit
Hip-hop is universal now, it's all commercial now
It's like a circle full of circus clowns up in the circuit now
But now the White kids like it
So they tell me I can buy it
But as soon as I get on the mic
It's like the night gets silent
Either that or booed, that's why I keep an attitude
And go to sleep with it and wake up with it every afternoon
I'm sick of being judged
Fuck it, let me see a judge
I'll confess to every murder I committed since three years old

[Hook x2]

[Dr. Dre]
Fuck that, turn that shit off
Let's get the fuck out of here
You know how we do [echo]

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