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Bone Crusher Lyrics
Lock And Load Lyrics
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
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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