Check the Lock

Hood used to check for him when he'd pull up flexing Now he check under the hood before he start the engine Came out the stash house, something didn't smell right He on the ground trying to look up in the tail pipe Mighty fall for a mighty man Had a manicure, now it's dirt and oil on his hands Staying low as he scrambles to the car door Glad it's just a short trip to the condo No signal, head on a swivel Hand on the center console with the pistol Tinted black, got the window right Always shoot the gap at the yellow light Bag of little yellow pills for the nerves But it makes it even worse when the Xanny's don't work And he panic, ears ringing, when you call he can't hear you Every seven seconds, eyes back up in the rearview Something in this room didn't used to be Gin bottle to the face, can't fool the G Laughing at him, he ain't ever scared though But he check the lock every time he walk by the door Check the lock every time he walk by the door Check the lock every time he walk by the door He run the motherfucking city Yeah, they know But he check the lock every time he walk by the door Never park right outside where he live He don't want his ride outside his crib 'Cause they might roll by, recognize it And then come inside at night ready to fire with Guns like he ain't got none Joke's on them when his Uzi weighs a ton Get out the car slow, always walk, never run Find a busy block, keep his hand locked on the trigger in case they figure It's a fun day some day, no he don't play No they one day know he gon' pay But they best hope they no make no mistake He ain't goin' soft just 'cause he got Olay On his hands now, VVS gleaming Staying off the phone, no one chasing where he bein' Never trust another man walking by cheesin' Never catch him sleep He won't let the bad dreams win Something in this room didn't used to be Gin bottle to the face, can't fool the G Laughing at him, he ain't ever scared though But he check the lock every time he walk by the door Check the lock every time he walk by the door Check the lock every time he walk by the door He run the motherfucking city Yeah, they know But he check the lock every time he walk by the door Lights out, can't nobody see in But he see the lights outside, they be creepin' He behind the blinds but the .45 peekin' Thought he heard the sirens but maybe he was tweakin' Now he got the Seagrams bottle to the face, can't fool the G Told his brother to be ready with the eulogy They laughed about it but he hopes he really did it Wall clock clickin', getting louder by the minute That second hand shit got to go He be on that new-new, everybody know Gucci to they FUBU, they fucking with a pro Money to the ceiling, so it's Persian on the floor Used to be shoes off, but it's never that Since he found the metal shavings waiting by the welcome mat Everyday stuck, keep the heater tucked (ayy) They got him sleeping in his Chucks Something in this room didn't used to be Gin bottle to the face, can't fool the G Laughing at him, he ain't ever scared though But he check the lock every time he walk by the door Check the lock every time he walk by the door Check the lock every time he walk by the door He run the motherfucking city Yeah, they know But he check the lock every time he walk by the door