Block Lockdown (feat. Infamous 2-0)

Disturbing The Peace, Def Jam South
'Cris (yeah) you ready?

Oh it's my turn? alright
I got permission to put ya mamma in a headlock (what?)
She tried to juke me in a figure-fo' leg lock (oh)
She said she like the way I stick and make the bed rock
Or how I lick and leave her twisted like a dreadlock, and it's on
So stop the sweating like a wristband
And get some balance like a bike without the kickstand
I think I changed the definition of a hit man
Cause I could really give a f*ck about that bitch man, c'mon!
We putting holes in your residence
And lose anybody for the right president
We thugged out street niggas with intelligence
So all that bullshit you yapping is irrelevant
Oh yeah, I represent the Dirty Southside
I'm a dentist making women open they mouth wide
You be in jail still running it on the outside
Thank not then won't ya open up ya mouth right
But who cares?

I got my corner on lockdown
About to hold this whole block down
Ludacris tell um how the South sound
Uh Buddha-la ah, uh uh uh Buddha-la
Uh Buddha-la ah uh oh uh oh uh oh
I got my corner on lockdown
About to hold this whole block down
Ludacris tell um how the South sound
Uh Buddha-la ah, uh uh uh Buddha-la
Uh Buddha-la ah uh oh uh oh uh oh

Coming to shady park is like a peep show
It's some respectable ladies and there some freak hoes
I know killers that go to church up in they street clothes
You'll end up missing more than Shaq when shooting free throws
They packing and bout to open up the dope spot
My neighborhood is stopping cars like a roadblock
They moving weight like Atlanta was moving boat rock
And catching ums like seeun Muslims eating pork chops, never happen
And meanwhile I been thinking man
Niggas been slanging tapes like they slanging 'caine
Cause in the hood its getting ugly like orangutan
So if you trying to stop the hustle get the dangalang
Okay, we trying to make our own White House
Paint it black and start yelling our fucking pipes out
You try to tackle some players and you'll get psyched out
They can't f*ck with us niggas you think they dyked out, so
Don't play

I got my corner on lockdown
About to hold this whole block down
Ludacris tell um how the South sound
Uh Buddha-la ah, uh uh uh Buddha-la
Uh Buddha-la ah uh oh uh oh uh oh
I got my corner on lockdown
About to hold this whole block down
Ludacris tell um how the South sound
Uh Buddha-la ah, uh uh uh Buddha-la
Uh Buddha-la ah uh oh uh oh uh oh

Disturbing the peace, we do that funky shit
Hey, what can I say? we got a monkey clique
See Dre'll throw on them shades, and make that funky shit
And keep y'all women away if they got funky clit
Understand, we got that dough and it get rolled up
You pay the price and still we got the block sold up
Ain't nothing nice a full house don't make you fold up
You full of heist and try to jet and I'm like
Hold up, god damn, I need to say it on a megaphone
And tell your sister get the f*ck up off the telephone
These fools is ticking me off like fifty metronome
I'm taking all of ya money just call me Pebbletone
Alright? I got the pistol and the safe key
You better tell your bitch to follow you to safety
How dare you wanna be heroes and chase me
It's Ludacris wont leave no evidence to trace me, you know why?

I got my corner on lockdown
About to hold this whole block down
Ludacris tell um how the South sound
Uh Buddha-la ah, uh uh uh Buddha-la
Uh Buddha-la ah uh oh uh oh uh oh
I got my corner on lockdown
About to hold this whole block down
Ludacris tell um how the South sound
Uh Buddha-la ah, uh uh uh Buddha-la
Uh Buddha-la ah uh oh uh oh uh oh

Funky shit oh
Do that funky shit oh
Do that funky shit oh
Do that funky shit oh
Do that funky shit oh
Do that funky shit oh
Do that funky shit

Yeah, welcome to Atlanta, jackin' and hammer and vogues'
Back to the mackin' and jackin' the clothes
Adolescent packin a fo', a knock on the do', who is it?
I would happen to know, the one with the flow
Who did it? It was me, I suppose
J-D in the Rolls and Luda's in the Cutt Supreme
Skatin' down Old Nat, gat tucked and lean
I split ya spleen, as a matter of fact, I split ya team
No blood on the sneaks, gotta keep it, so my kicks is clean
I get the cream, cops see me flick my beams
I'm allergic to doc' prescribed antihistamines
Oink oink, pig pig, do away with the pork
Only silverware, I needs a steak knife and a fork
Did you forget your fuckin' manners? I'm Bruce with Banners
Ludacris, Johnny Rockets when I shoot the cannon
The wooly mammoth sabretooth, bitch, bite your tongue
I won't stop until I'm rich as them whites'll come
I pulled up in the black Lotus
Your plaques are bogus, so I stripped them off the wall
Waitin' for my cue to corner pocket eight balls, you rackin' 'em up
I'm big paper like pancakes, stackin 'em up
In fact, I'm slappin' 'em up, Cadillac and the truck
I can't lose with twenty-two, bitch, that's what's up
Runnin, in the back to fuck, better tha-than the aqueduct
Chillin', flippin', what?

Yo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo
Y-y-yo yo, yo yo yo
Yo yo yo yo, yo yo, yo
Y-yo, yo, yo yo yo yo yo yo

Welcome to Atlanta where the players play
And we ride on dem thangs like every day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'
And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'
Welcome to Atlanta where the players play
And we ride on dem thangs like every day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'
And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'

Yo, uhh, now the party don't start 'til I walk in
And I usually don't leave until the thang ends
But in the meantime, in between time
You work yo' thing, I'll work mine
I been puttin' it down here since eighty-three
Since the Lake Show MD rivalry
When Frozen Paradise was the place to be
If you was ridin', you was bumpin' to homie Shy-D
I'm the M.B.P., Most Ballinist Player
Make my own rules, bitch, call me the mayor
Monday night, Gentlemen's Club
Tuesday night, I'm up in the Velvet Room, gettin' fucked up
Wednesday, I'm at Strokers on lean
Thursday, Jump Clean, then I fall up in Kream
Friday, Shark Bar, Kaya with Frank Ski
Right on the flo' is where you can find me
Saturday, is off the heezy fo' sheezy
You can find me up in One-Tweezy
Sunday is when I get my sleep in
'Cause on Monday we be at it again, holla

Yo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo
Y-y-yo yo, yo yo yo
Yo yo yo yo, yo yo, yo
Y-yo, yo, yo yo yo yo yo yo

Welcome to Atlanta where the players play
And we ride on dem thangs like every day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'
And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'
Welcome to Atlanta where the players play
And we ride on dem thangs like every day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'
And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'
Welcome to Atlanta where the players play
And we ride on dem thangs like every day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'
And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'
Welcome to Atlanta where the players play
And we ride on dem thangs like every day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'
And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'