[DJ On Point:] This shit right here is called Locked Down. [J Formz:] Formz, Ghostown! What you talkin' bout son? Let me tell these mother fuckers son, let me tell 'em somethin'. What you talkin' bout? [DJ On Point:] Shout out to Mariners Harbor, whole Port Richmond, New Drop Beach [J Formz:] I got this, lets go. [J Formz:] Let me see what you talkin' bout son... A bunch of shit, cause your ass is what you're talkin' out son You talkin' gangster shit? I'm sure to be a part of it You havin' a chat about that? I probably started it You could talk about guns, but I'm pullin' 'em dog Talk about punch lines? I got a book of 'em dog And you can't talk about the streets, cause I live in 'em dog I love the streets, what the fuck you think I live in 'em for? Talk about givin'? Dog, I couldn't give any more Why talk about life when I don't wanna live anymore Talk about smokin'? Dog, I couldn't smoke any more I smoked so much, I couldn't even smoke anymore Guns I couldn't tote anymore, but got so many more That must be why they actin' so friendly for Talk about dough on the block, and I'mma go get me more And if you talkin' 'bout robbin', I'mma go get me yours, so! [Chorus: x2] You probably thinkin' you gangster now I'mma show you how a gangster get down You don't even know what you're talkin' about Anything you talkin' bout son, you get clowned [J Formz:] Wanna talk about fights? I been in plenty of 'em dog Didn't knock 'em all out, but won plenty of em dog Talk about hustlin'? I'm on call 24/7 If you talkin' 'bout religion, I might send you to heaven Talk about clique's? Well Ghostown's what I'm reppin' Hear the sound of a clip, you hit the ground in a second Talkin' 'bout beef? It could go down in a second So I Don't know why you wasn't really down if you said it Matter of fact, here, I'll let you pick the topic son Lyrics is hard, you can't fuckin' stop me son Talk about hoods? Yeah, I've been to every one of 'em You the type to have beef and probably point an empty gun at 'em You Probably thinkin' you gangster now But I'mma show you how a gangster get down You don't even know what you're talkin' about Anything you talkin' bout son, I got it locked down [Chorus] [50 Cent:] And you know why his name is On Point...cause he on point pussy! [J Formz:] Tell 'em...Ghostown! motherfucker...
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Copy to Clipboard: [DJ On Point:] This shit right here is called Locked Down. [J Formz:] Formz, Ghostown! What you talkin' bout son? Let me tell these mother fuckers son, let me tell 'em somethin'. What you talkin' bout? [DJ On Point:] Shout out to Mariners Harbor, whole Port Richmond, New Drop Beach [J Formz:] I got this, lets go. [J Formz:] Let me see what you talkin' bout son... A bunch of shit, cause your ass is what you're talkin' out son You talkin' gangster shit? I'm sure to be a part of it You havin' a chat about that? I probably started it You could talk about guns, but I'm pullin' 'em dog Talk about punch lines? I got a book of 'em dog And you can't talk about the streets, cause I live in 'em dog I love the streets, what the fuck you think I live in 'em for? Talk about givin'? Dog, I couldn't give any more Why talk about life when I don't wanna live anymore Talk about smokin'? Dog, I couldn't smoke any more I smoked so much, I couldn't even smoke anymore Guns I couldn't tote anymore, but got so many more That must be why they actin' so friendly for Talk about dough on the block, and I'mma go get me more And if you talkin' 'bout robbin', I'mma go get me yours, so! [Chorus: x2] You probably thinkin' you gangster now I'mma show you how a gangster get down You don't even know what you're talkin' about Anything you talkin' bout son, you get clowned [J Formz:] Wanna talk about fights? I been in plenty of 'em dog Didn't knock 'em all out, but won plenty of em dog Talk about hustlin'? I'm on call 24/7 If you talkin' 'bout religion, I might send you to heaven Talk about clique's? Well Ghostown's what I'm reppin' Hear the sound of a clip, you hit the ground in a second Talkin' 'bout beef? It could go down in a second So I Don't know why you wasn't really down if you said it Matter of fact, here, I'll let you pick the topic son Lyrics is hard, you can't fuckin' stop me son Talk about hoods? Yeah, I've been to every one of 'em You the type to have beef and probably point an empty gun at 'em You Probably thinkin' you gangster now But I'mma show you how a gangster get down You don't even know what you're talkin' about Anything you talkin' bout son, I got it locked down [Chorus] [50 Cent:] And you know why his name is On Point...cause he on point pussy! [J Formz:] Tell 'em...Ghostown! motherfucker...
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