Testi:
Ya Boy Lock Down

a rap nigga we about to get it on I'm speaking fo california from the top down Holla at Ya Boy I got it locked down I tried to tell em this foreva like

Fuck a rap nigga we about to get it on I'm speaking fo california from the top down Holla at Ya Boy I got it locked down I tried to tell em this foreva

hand I make the final stand The final showdowns come round and hit ya As I throw down my gauntlet so switch the picture If ya, look in the mirror you

'm coming to get you boy! (boy!) You can hide if you want but nothing can save ya (yeeah!) Times running out, I'm a get ya boy! [50 Cent:] I threw a

guns I carry the glock, Tony carry my M-1s Hold me down nigga, OGs tryin' to rock me D's waitin for my response to lock me This is my hustle, nigga don

at?) my boy said... my boy Tac said be cool wish me luck in court tomorrow aight you know I'll tell G what's up if I see him ya'll be cool now peace

hate stopping It seems to be getting around late night Tell ya man to lock the gate tight Here I come to break the window smash that boy and get up and

zipper bomb trying to keep the man down. Get up. Get down. Sit up. Sit down. It's either fancy footwork or get bit by the hounds. Face up. Face down. Laced up. Laced down

all types of schemes In the club popping bottles with the thugs on ya team [Verse 2: Capone] Yo what's under the sky is foul, criminals, run down hoods