Lock & Load Lyrics

Ready? A'ightLook here Niggas, been a long time comin'
No more talk, fuck this intro shit
Start the musicThis right here, yeah
Where the fuck, nigga, ain't never fuck niggas
Tell 'em that don't wanna play this South shit, okayATL, 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 actionThese 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 bySo 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, DecaturWhat's up?
Fuck them niggas if they don't wanna claim this ATL
Catch a hot shell, yeahMy niggas know, what?

Y'all some hoes
If I see ya on the block nigga, I'll let you knowWhat's it gonna be, tell 'im
Tell me what you choose, tell 'im
I claim this dirty muthafucka nigga win or loseDon't know my enemies, yo
And lock and load my Calico
And buck on dem niggas
So, what the fuckDon't know my enemies, yo
And lock and load my Calico
And buck on dem niggas
So, what the fuckShawty, ya knows about me, tell 'em
The streets is talkin', what?
Da hostile takeover is comin' shortlyThey call me Crusher
Tha mutliator
Mr. Smack-a-bitchboy, I hate the fakersI 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, gorillasYes
On da fuck, nigga
Surely it don't get no realaDon't know my enemies, yo
And lock and load my Calico
And buck on them niggas
So what the fuckDon't know my enemies, yo
And lock and load my Calico
And buck on them niggas
So what the fuckAin't mad is ya? What?
Then bring the pain, c'mon
'Cuz muthafucker ain't a damn thing changedI'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 niggas in your hood is say you soft, manIt'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 realThis 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 liveDon't know my enemies, yo
And lock and load my Calico
And buck on them niggas
So what the fuckDon't know my enemies, yo
And lock and load my Calico
And buck on them niggas
So what the fuck