I've put it into boxes (...To this life) Knock out the lights, lock the locks and leave Read the funny card signed by all That was purchased by the person I will always recall Lock
put it into boxes (...to this life) Knock out the lights, lock the locks and leave Read the funny card signed by all That was purchased by the person I will always recall Lock
Locked and loaded one more time Seeing if you can read between my lines As I sing my lover by I keep dreaming of things to say In one ear and it's sit
to get free from myself Now stories were made to be told And here's the one that I know Oh, I can't hide it anymore There's evil on Queen Street Some
adding up so you can't subtracting B.I.G. said it first more money more problems The why I see it more problems more money, what's up I got the streets on lock
addin up so u niggas subtractin(chea) big said it first mo money mo problems(problems) the way i see it mo problems mo money(eyyy) (hook) i got the streets on lock
tryin' to focus on bigger and better things With so many odds against me, I had to step up my game Imagine problems with crooked coppers Why they wanna go there? Tried to pop me, lock
in the music, in the movies Cut to the chase pan across to the face, I'm right there Freeze frame on the street name, oops, wait a minute This is where the streets
' be Front on me an' see where you all gon' be Six feet deep When the heat seek, niggas be misty From 155th to 11Oth Street Harlem bound, Bad Boy, who
on the books The ones who stand firm like ain't, nuttin' shook about them I doubt them cats waitin' for me, you know them niggaz Them big dudes across the street
big nigga with keys to the crib (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Just came home from doing a bid (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Now how you ain't gon change the locks? (OH THAT'S
made nigga the keys to the crip (THAT'S CRAZY) Just came home from doing a bid (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Now how you ain't gon' change the locks? (OH THAT'S CRAZY
, they can't touch us Why niggaz bring the ruckus? Because release day is bigger than Mandala's, motherfuckers Just some ghetto boys Livin' in these ghetto streets, these ghetto streets
trip yeah, I'm trafficin' in the white Please Lord don't Let me go to jail tonight, yeah Who me? I'm a soul survivor Ask about 'em in the street The
who shake their heads completely at a loss Oslo in the summertime the streets are strangely quite ?cause everyone?s away on holiday HVA? Oslo in the summertime Pakistani children play locked
on this term paper for college What's the First Amendment? Freedom of Speech, that's some motherfucking bullshit You say the wrong thing, they'll lock
hammers back cussers that's the way that we ball Rims so fat, looks will digitise it all Get your moneyman lock your blocks, cock your glocks Really
whole fam and media Greedy shit, tag ya out the rag Jag, speedy shit Look in the sky, the four horsemen bustin no discussion No stoppin its apocalypse, lock
