Got It Locked lyrics

by

Foxy Brown


[GOD] Pitch Black n*gga
Brooklyn Stand up, young, prim what up baby, pitch black motherf*cker
[GOD] Lil homie where you at
[Foxy Brown] Fox five

[GOD]
In my trunk got the sewed off shotty, paul shivy
Living room look like the world shy a lobby
Only got coupes, I don't like dudes behind me
Right beside me is the clutch and a mommy
A new york n*gga like gida and giyombi
Got more n*ggas then ghandi, thats grimmy
Now try me, with a spot of cuban, where you can't find me
Im quicker then the blink, a clock can't time me
I got the feds eyeing me, cause my music moving like blow
Cause rap feinds buy me, when you hear me, rewind me
Cause I'mma set the booth on fire till I'm f*cking ninty

[Foxy Brown]
Live from D and D, is your youngin FB
Big gun c*cked Fox and I'm running through the spot, n*gga
Babe bro, bet we reppin’ the K
Pitch Black, young Brown in the chrome SK, n*gga
I, Fox AKA Black Child
Watch Fever hit the spot, and spread like small pox, whoa
Ass fat, pus*y hot
I keep my little Glock ‘pon c*cked, I kill you rasclaat
Me and Prim, the unbeatable team
Fox 5, c*cksucker, respect me in this b*tch
When I come through b*tches gotta bow
To the King b*tch of Rap, c*cksucker, I'm back
[Hook]
Pitch black got it locked for sure, Tuck your chains and lock your doors
(Its on with the squad come get some n*gga) (know a brother stay mad hungry)
Pitch black got it locked for sure, Tuck your chains and lock your doors
(Its about to go down) (don't stop don't quit)

[Zakee]
Yo I got courage, my fam call me johnny bravo
You a snitch n*gga like donny brasco
Your rap from the back with a dirty rasco
My fam sell weight, wholesale like castco
Its desire and I fear no man
Y'all n*ggas walk through the valley of death and hold hands
Ive been through it, my hormones don't sacret fair fluids
Trip n*ggas your face turn blueish
Mouth get dry, eyes turn wide, might as well kneel down and cry chump wheres your pride
Success is mesuared respect, all killers ain't rich but they all got a rep n*gga

[Devious]
My money is funny my change is strange my credit ain't gonna cut so I back out ?debts?
Devoius black seal spit murder dub ill
If I don't feed my duaghter karin, then who the f*ck will
I don't trust b*tches as far as I can throw em
n*ggas think they know D but they don't really know em
Gun em down and throw em I'm just keepin it basic
Put em in the basement, jim start face-lift
Death is in the air I can taste it, but I'm stuck in my ways, I gotta get paid today
D do it nothing to it, n*gga don't act stupid
When it comes to the street sh*t, I am the truist
[Hook]
Pitch black got it locked for sure, Tuck your chains and lock your doors
(Its on with the squad come get some n*gga) (know a brother stay mad hungry)
Pitch black got it locked for sure, Tuck your chains and lock your doors
(Its about to go down) (don't stop don't quit)
Pitch black got it locked for sure, Tuck your chains and lock your doors
(Its on with the squad come get some n*gga) (know a brother stay mad hungry)
Pitch black got it locked for sure, Tuck your chains and lock your doors
(Its about to go down) (don't stop don't quit)
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