Lyrics Lock & Load - Bone Crusher

Lock & Load

Ready?
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
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
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 muthaucker 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
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!