Lock & Load

Ready? A'ight

Look here

******s, been a long time comin'

No more talk, ****** this intro ******t

Start the music

This right here, yeah

Where the ******, ******, ain't never ****** ******s

Tell 'em that don't wanna play this

South ******t, okay

ATL, South

Carolina,

Mississippi

North Carolina,

Louisiana,

Florida, Tennessee,

AlabamaMy pistol's blarin', what?

An' I'm not carin', tell 'em

Because I'm ready for action

These ******s think

I'm playin'

My Tec-9 be sprayin', what?

So partner tell me what's happenin'

These streets is real

These ******s 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', ****** ****** what's happenin'

Adamsville,

Watts,Westside,

DecaturWhat's up?

****** them ******s if they don't wanna claim this

ATLCatch a hot shell, yeah

My ******s know, what?

Y'all some hoes

If I see ya on the block ******,

I'll let you know

What's it gonna be, tell 'im

Tell me what you choose, tell 'im

I claim this dirty mutha******a ****** win or lose

Don't know my enemies, yo

And lock and load my

CalicoAnd buck on dem ******s

So, what the ******

Don't know my enemies, yo

And lock and load my

CalicoAnd buck on dem ******s

So, what the ******

Shawty, ya knows about me, tell 'em

The streets is talkin', what?

Da hostile takeover is comin' shortly

They call me

CrusherTha mutliator

Mr. Smack-a-******boy,

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 ******, what?

This for my soldiers, hustlas, killas, gorillas

YesOn da ******, ******

Surely it don't get no reala

Don't know my enemies, yo

And lock and load my

CalicoAnd buck on them ******s

So what the ******

Don't know my enemies, yo

And lock and load my

CalicoAnd buck on them ******s

So what the ******

Ain't mad is ya?

What?Then bring the pain, c'mon'

Cuz mutha****** ain't a damn thing changed

I'ma still ride low-lows on

Rios man, tell 'em

I'm still takin'

An' stealin'

An' scared to walk down your own block, man, what?

An ******s in your hood is say you soft, man

It's time the new regiment to start man

T. I., tell 'em!

Killa Mike,

Pastor Troy, what?

David Banner, tell 'em

What's up boy, okay

It's time for us to show the really real

This down

South ****** is so trill

I put my fist in the ****** ******'s grill

An be talkin' bad 'bout where the ******

I liveAn be talkin' bad 'bout where the ******

I liveDon't know my enemies, yo

And lock and load my

CalicoAnd buck on them ******s

So what the ******

Don't know my enemies, yo

And lock and load my

CalicoAnd buck on them ******s

So what the ******