Lock And Load

Bone Crusher

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    Ready?
    A'ight.

    Look here Niggas,
    Been a long time comin',
    No more talk.
    Fuck this intro shit!
    Start the music!

    This right here, yeah
    Where the fuck, Nigga
    Ain't never fuck niggas
    Tell em
    That don't wanna play this south shit
    OK
    ATL, South Carolina, Mississippi, North Carolina, Louisiana, Florida, Tennessee, Alabama

    My pistol's blarin' (What?)
    an' I'm not carin' (Tell 'em!)
    Because I'm ready for action!

    These niggas think I'm playin'
    My Tec-9 be sprayin' (What?)
    So partner tell me what's happenin'

    These streets is real
    These niggas can't steal (What?)
    For the jump out boys when they drive by

    So if you're ready for it
    Smoke dro for it (Tell 'em)
    An' if you're hatin', fuck nigga what's happenin'

    Adamsville, Watts, WestSide, Decatur

    What's up?
    Fuck them niggas if they don't wanna claim this ATL (Blahw)
    Catch a hot shell

    My niggas know (What?)
    Y'all some hoes
    If I see ya on the block nigga I'll let you know

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    What's it gonna be (Tell 'im!)
    Tell me what you choose (Tell 'im!)
    I claim this dirty muthafucka nigga win or lose

    Chorus:
    Don't know my enemies Yo!
    And lock and load my Calico
    And buck on dem niggas
    So what the fuck!

    Don't know my enemies Yo!
    and lock and load my Calico
    And buck on dem niggas
    So what the fuck!

    Shawty ya knows about me (Tell 'em!)
    The streets is talkin' (What?)
    Da hostile takeover is comin' shortly

    They call me Crusher
    Tha Mutliator
    Mr. Smack-a-bitchboy, I hate the fakers

    I got these hoods locked and load
    Just for killin'
    The South is takin' over, I see you tremblin'

    We keep 'em bouncin' (What?)
    Ain't nuthin' changed nigga (What?)
    This for my soldiers, hustlas, killas, gorillas

    Yes!
    On da fuck, nigga!(Blam)
    Surely it don't get no reala

    Chorus:
    Don't know my enemies Yo!
    and lock and load my Calico
    And buck on them niggas
    So what the fuck!

    Don't know my enemies Yo!
    and lock and load my Calico
    And buck on them niggas
    So what the fuck!

    Ain't mad is ya? (What?)
    Then bring the pain (C'mon!)
    'Cause muthafucker ain't a damn thing changed

    I'ma still ride low-lows on Rios man (Tell 'em!)
    I'm still takin'
    An' stealin' lame

    An' scared to walk down your own block, man (What?)
    An niggas in your hood is say you soft, man

    It's time the new regiment to start man
    TI (Tell 'em!)
    Killa Mike, Pastor Troy (What?)

    David Banner (Tell 'em!)
    What's up boy (OK)
    It's time for us to show the really real

    This down south nigga is so trill
    I put my fist in the fuck nigga's grill

    An be talkin' bad 'bout where the fuck I live
    An be talkin' bad 'bout where the fuck I live

    Chorus:
    Don't know my enemies Yo!
    And lock and load my Calico
    And buck on them niggas
    So what the fuck!

    Don't know my enemies Yo!
    and lock and load my Calico
    And buck on them niggas
    So what the fuck!

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    Composición: James Phillips

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