Lock It Up Lyrics – Eminem
On “Lock It Up” Em again teams up with Anderson.Paak. The two have earlier collaborated on “Medicine Man” from Dr. Dre’s Compton album. In addition, they have collaborated on “Freak”, which was featured briefly in Eminem’s movie Bodied.
| Song Name : | Lock It Up |
| Album / Movie : | Music to Be Murdered By |
| Singer : | Eminem |
| Music Label : | Aftermath Entertainment, Shady Records, and Interscope Records |
| Cast : | Eminem |
Yeah, like thatOkay, yeah
Say bro, (yeah) where you get them from?Detroit? (Yeah) that machine gun, spray boyAnd it’s gon’ hit someNew coupe? (Ooh) been whippin’ ’emNew boobs? (Yeah) where you get them done?Payroll (nice), might put you on a tableAnd spread you out like some yayo (I’m naughty, yah)No bitch (oh), you don’t know shit (no)You just want all my money, ahI was hopeless (oh), now I’m focused (no)Where the fuck is the party at?Now hold this (oh), oh shit (oh)That’s it (yeah), so sick (oh)No shit (oh)Damn, I’m (yeah) getting too fuckin’ old for this (yeah)
But still as explosive with, just load the clipTwo pistols on hip, both are grippedI hold them at shoulder widthTook a stab in the dark and broke the tipOf my knife off, but your throat is slit‘Cause I’m cutthroat to the utmost with itThe ultimateI just let the poker chips fall but they were supposed to fitNow those days are over, scrapin’ change in sofasTryna save at Kroger (yeah)So why would I give a fuck about backstabbin’ Trader Joe for?How ’bout that, I’m paid as OprahThink I may have broke the scale‘Cause the wait is overBut wait, wait, hold up, ’cause they say I almost
I almost lost itI had to reach back, back, and lock it, yeah (lock it, lock it)You almost got me (stop it, stop it)I had to reach back, back, and lock it, yeah (lock it, lock it)You almost (stop it), you almost (stop it), you almost (stop it), I got it (I got it)You almost (stop it), you almost (stop it), you almost (stop it), I got it (I got it)
Just sit there and act pathetic and sulk‘Cause I’m getting green, Incredible Hulk‘Cause I usually get it in bulkBut I still will stomp your head to a pulp (yeah)You want smoke, I got the Tical like Method ManSo get ready to die from second handGet a whiff of the doctor’s medicineLike sedatives you’ll get popped, Excedrin‘Cause you can get it like over the counter (yo)Like I just left the damn concession stand (yeah)A mic in my hand’s a weapon (what?)I put that on everything like ranch, I’ll never landToo fly, I don’t plan to ever Cinderella manWhat I am is better thanEvery single one of youWhether separate or all of you band togetherAnd I put the game on the pill (yeah)Now my Shady babies are all stillbornsMeaning abortions that live ’cause they were still bornI can heal ’em with NeosporinYou ’bout to experience euphoria(I’m a) True warrior, got the plug like TrugoyGive me the cue like I’m ScHoolboyAnd I’ll treat the beat like a pitbull would do to a chew toy and destroy it, ’cause boy I
I almost lost itI had to reach back, back, and lock it, yeah (lock it, lock it)You almost got me (stop it, stop it)I had to reach back, back, and lock it, yeah (lock it, lock it)You almost (stop it), you almost (stop it), you almost (stop it), I got it (I got it)You almost (stop it), you almost (stop it), you almost (stop it), I got it (I got it)