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• Titre : Locked Up Remix - Akon Feat. Styles P
• Album : Trouble
• Année : 2004

Paroles :

Locked up, they won't let me out,
And I had a long day in court s*** stressed me out,
Won't gimme the bail they can't get me out,
Now I'm headed to the county,
Gotta do a bid here, im used to living luxurous,
I don't wana live here, the walls is gray the clothes is orange,
The phones is broke, the food is garbage,
A lot a n***as is livin with these circumstances,
Sp's the same i still murk ya manz'z ,
Drug money to rap money work advances,
N***as ran and told that i shoulda murked to kansas,
Niga got popped for a murda attempt,
Knocked me on d block when i was burning the hemph,
Had a brick in the stash hope they don't take to a further extent,
Locked up and they wont let me out,
When i hit my cell block, n***as know to get me out.

[AKON]
Im steady tryna find a motive,
Why do why i go,
Freedom aint gettin no closer,
No matter how far i go,
My car is stolen, no registration,
Cops patrolin', and now they done stop me,
And i get locked up,

[Chorus]
They won't let me out, they won't let me out, (im locked up)
They won't let me out no, they wont let me out, (im locked up)
They won't let me out, they won't let me out, (im locked up)
They won't let me out no, they won't let me out

[Akon]
Headin up town to re up,
Back with a couple keys,
Corner blocks on fire,
Under covers dressed as feens,
Makin so much money,
Ride up smooth and fast,
Put away the stash,
And as i sold the last bag f***ed around and got locked up

[CHORUS]
They won't let me out, they won't let me out, (im locked up)
They won't let me out no, they wont let me out, (im locked up)
They won't let me out, they won't let me out, (im locked up)
They won't let me out no, they won't let me out

[Styles P]
Now that im locked up i rep two sets so
Ima ride or die and stay d blocked up
Two tooth brushes up,
Whoever wanted with p
When i walk by n***a get up,
Cuz im locked up they cant get me out,
I smoke a stick of haze when they stress me out,
Go and hit the bar when the reds be out,
Cant wait for the day when they let me out,

[Akon]
Cuz visitation no longer comes by,
Seems like they forgot about me,
Commissary is getting empty,
My cell mates getting food without me,
Can't wait to get out and move forward with my life,
Got a family that loves me and wants me to do right
But instead I get locked up

[CHORUS]
They won't let me out, they won't let me out, (im locked up)
They won't let me out no, they wont let me out, (my n***a im locked up)
They won't let me out, they won't let me out, (im locked up)
They won't let me out no, they won't let me out (cuz im locked up)

Morceau : Locked Up Remix
Artiste : Akon feat. Styles P
Album : Trouble
Année : 2004
Durée : 3 : 54
Locked up, they won't let me out,
And I had a long day in court s*** stressed me out,
Won't gimme the bail they can't get me out,
Now I'm headed to the county,
Gotta do a bid here, im used to living luxurous,
I don't wana live here, the walls is gray the clothes is orange,
The phones is broke, the food is garbage,
A lot a n***as is livin with these circumstances,
Sp's the same i still murk ya manz'z ,
Dr*g money to rap money work advances,
N***as ran and told that i shoulda murked to kansas,
N***a got popped for a murda attempt,
Knocked me on d block when i was burning the hemph,
Had a brick in the stash hope they don't take to a further extent,
Locked up and they wont let me out,
When i hit my cell block, n***as know to get me out.

[AKON]
Im steady tryna find a motive,
Why do why i go,
Freedom aint gettin no closer,
No matter how far i go,
My car is stolen, no registration,
Cops patrolin', and now they done stop me,
And i get locked up,

[Chorus]
They won't let me out, they won't let me out, (im locked up)
They won't let me out no, they wont let me out, (im locked up)
They won't let me out, they won't let me out, (im locked up)
They won't let me out no, they won't let me out

[Akon]
Headin up town to re up,
Back with a couple keys,
Corner blocks on fire,
Under covers dressed as feens,
Makin so much money,
Ride up smooth and fast,
Put away the stash,
And as i sold the last bag f***ed around and got locked up

[CHORUS]
They won't let me out, they won't let me out, (im locked up)
They won't let me out no, they wont let me out, (im locked up)
They won't let me out, they won't let me out, (im locked up)
They won't let me out no, they won't let me out

[Styles P]
Now that im locked up i rep two sets so
Ima ride or die and stay d blocked up
Two tooth brushes up,
Whoever wanted with p
When i walk by n***a get up,
Cuz im locked up they cant get me out,
I smoke a stick of haze when they stress me out,
Go and hit the bar when the reds be out,
Cant wait for the day when they let me out,

[Akon]
Cuz visitation no longer comes by,
Seems like they forgot about me,
Commissary is getting empty,
My cell mates getting food without me,
Can't wait to get out and move forward with my life,
Got a family that loves me and wants me to do right
But instead I get locked up

[CHORUS]
They won't let me out, they won't let me out, (im locked up)
They won't let me out no, they wont let me out, (my n***a im locked up)
They won't let me out, they won't let me out, (im locked up)
They won't let me out no, they won't let me out (cuz im locked up)

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• Titre : New York - Ja Rule Feat. Fat Joe et Jadakiss
• Année : 2005

Paroles :

[Hook - Ja Rule]
I got a hundred g*ns, a hundred cl*ps, N***a I'm from New York
(New York)
I got a semi-automatic that spits next time if you talk (you
talk)
I got a hundred g*ns, a hundred clips, N***a I'm from New York
(New York)
I got a semi-automatic that spits next time if you talk (you
talk)
(And I know)

[Verse 1 - Ja Rule]
Yall n***az is p***y, p*****i, (******)
Your (Monologue's) getting tired, now it's time to ride
You're print distrified, you're no longer desired
So take off them silly chains, put back on your wire
I'm on fire, holly dipped in octane
Let east coast bang, let west coast bang
And Rule gonna bring the ghetto gospel
To every 'hood possible, pushin through in the sky blue
Back with the gods you now, preferably the 4 pound
Slugs flyin at the speed of sound
Tryin to catch the ears of n***az that's runnin their mouths
I might get my Brooklyn n***az to run in your house
I don't really understand what the runnin's about
But we're hunters, we take pride in airin our prey out
Leavin 'em layed out, dead, in just a sport
'cause we ain't playin up here in New York

[Hook - Fat Joe]
I got a hundred g*ns, a hundred clips, N***a I'm from New York
(New York)

And you can tell the way the homie spit, That n***a, I'm from
New York (New York)
I got a hundred ways to make a grip, Yes, I'm from New York (New
York)
And you can tell I get real ignorant, 'cause n***a, I'm from New
York (New York)
(And this is how we do)

[Verse 2 - Fat Joe]
N***a I can see the c**** in ur nose
This ain't a movie, even he got his head blown on the globe
And I was just about to find god
But now that Ma$e is back, I think I'd much rather find a
menage
And everybody talkin crazy how they're AK spit
But we know this investigatin, and they ain't spray s***
Not me, I'm the truth homie, got the industry shook like
"Naw n***** joe gonna let`em loose on me"
True Story, I'm bringin the T back
Even Roy Jones was forced to (Lean Back)
My nigga Dre said grind cook
Now we killin them Howard n***az, who said I must of found Pun's
rhyme book
Got b****** on top of the Phantom
And the pinky got bling, like the ring around Saturn
Cook c***, crack, n***az fiend for that
And you already know the x is where the team be at

[Hook - Jadakiss]
I got a hundred g*ns, a hundred clips, N***a I'm from New York
(New York)
(Ruff Ryde), and (D-Block) and s***, N***a f*** what you thought
(you thought)
And you can't take s*** for granted, because life is too short
(too short)
I got a hundred g*ns, a hundred clips, N***a I'm from New
York
(Aha, and this is how we do)

[Verse 3 - Jadakiss]
I swear it couldn't be sweeter, Life's a b****
Depending on how you treat her, you might get rich
It's guaranteed you gonna die, you might get missed
For maybe 2 or 3 hours, 'til they light their spliffs
And that c*** will get you a long time
But when I let 'em know the dope is out, it's like America
Online
Wise has awoken
And you know they say that you deserved it whenever you die with
your eyes open
I still hold a title, because I'm in the hood like them little
motorcycles
Stick up kids, hoppin out with them old rifles
Just doin shit for nothin, it's so spiteful
Ha I'm just like you
Word that n***az wanna murk you is in the air
A double shot of yak and the purple is in the air
And I'm not cocky, I'm confident
So when you tell me I'm the best it's a compliment

[Hook]
[Ja Rule:] I got a hundred g*ns, a hundred clips, N***a I'm from
New York (New York)
[Fat Joe:] And you can tell the way the homie spit, cause n***a
I'm from new york!
[Jadakiss:] I got a hundred g*ns, a hundred clips, N***a I'm
from New York
[Ja Rule:] I got a semi-automatic that spits next time if you
talk..
[All Together:] (Aha!) And this is how we do