Lock Down Killa Klan Kaze (Ft. Three 6 Mafia)

[Intro: Koopsta Knicca & Crunchy Back wildin']

[Verse 1: Project Pat]
Walkin' out my cell, fro nappy like Don King
Thoughts from outta hell, smells woke a nigga out a dream
Dreamin' of the times of the crimes I committed, when
I was just a young nigga, ridin' high, sippin' Gin
Had a friend, that I thought was real, but an enemy
Project was yo idol, in yo heart - pure jealousy
Couldn't see the crows comin', runnin', tryin' to get away
Told them police 'bout the money that I took up out the safe
Wishin' I was on the street, free, flyin' like a bird
But I listened to you niggas lyin', missin' potent herb
Bird visions of the future, late night with my girl
Guards screamin' "Chow Time!", all I see is Jheri curls
On the heads of these hards leads that I'm livin' with
Will I make it out of here? Will I live to have a kid?
Can you dig what I'm sayin' dawg? What I say is real!
2-0-1, locked up, mane, where them killaz kill

[Chorus: Juicy J]
Killa, Killa, what you're gonna do?
Get blessed in the red or get blessed in the blue
On that 34th flour - nuthin' but hell they goin' through
So what you're gonna do, young Killa?