Keep Sh*t Locced-C-Bo

(feat. MAC, T-Bo & XL) Chorus 2X: XL I'm Know they see me coming I'm A baller Just cuz I got money they wanna lock me up tonight Verse One: C-MurderI Know you see me coming I just left the dungen with handcuffs on me But you aint my homie what I'm on a paper chase you trying to take my place F**k they system that's right (Damn C-Murder dissed them) You see me on TV, court TV Take my freedom from me but I'm still gonna be a G Locked down to free thats me the Miller boy Chrome carrier I'll burry ya but I'm smooth You couldn't fit my shoes I make the news on a regular Six? burry ya scary ya You don't wanna mess with me That means I get the ski mask and X your ass whoa! For real though I'm looking for a reason Cuz in the Calliope it's duck hunting season My mama say boy you better let it go But I'm gonna pull an R Kelly and keep it on the down low WHOA! Chorus 2X: XL Verse Two: MACTake a shot take these niggas in the pace Me and my doggs hangin' them like drapes let me say this Ain't no love if you transparent You also know is week who to put these niggas to sleep Shits deep proverts is what I'm speaking cussing like Puerto Ricans Buss them till you leaking I sound like who? World War III you don't wanna start me nigga GT is where my muthaf**kin heart be nigga I'm a lion king ducking with a gat in my hand Little kid would you like to be a murder man Soulja rag on my eye soulja? Bitch niggas try to stop me I reverse the game WHOA! Chorus 2X: XL Verse Three: T-BoGot damn them B*****s hate when you up and got a couple of bucks and hate you when you broke What is this what the f**k? I like candy Benz and pointing in trims and big ole trucks Dollars to tip strippers couple of chickens to pluck You must be sick in the head if you think I do this for ya'll I do this for my family, I do this to ball and I promise ya'll when I hit the top I never gone fall Back down to the bottom again B***h I'm never gone fall I got 10 whips 20 chicks and a house made of bricks One gold mouth piece especally made for talking shit Till you rock those big chains trying to catch cracker slim Put on your track shoes? Chorus: XL till fade