| Load It, cock It, aim and shoot
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| Load It, cock It, aim and shoot
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| Living like we bulletproof
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| We bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
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| (I say) We load it, cock it, aim and shoot
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| (Oh) We load it, cock it, aim and shoot
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| Some will die over oil
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| Kill over land
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| Charge you for taxes
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| And blame Uncle Sam
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| Read you your rights
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| And charge you for nothing
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| Now who’s really gangsta and tell me who’s frontin'
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| Murder your sons, ravage your daughters
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| Here overseas and across the waters
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| Tanks and missiles
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| Bombs and grenades
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| Inject your land with guns and AIDS
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| You betta' pray to the most high or who ever you praise
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| 'Cause politicians can’t help you they puppets to slaves
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| Trying to get paid and you are too
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| Whatcha gone do when the gun is pointed at you (like bank robbers)
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| Living like we bulletproof
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| We bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
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| (bang, bang, bang, bang, bang bang)
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| We load it, cock it, aim and shoot
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| (load it, cock it, aim and shoot)
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| We load it, cock it, aim and shoot
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| (We gone die)
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| Living like we bulletproof
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| We bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
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| (bang, bang, bang, bang, bang bang)
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| (I say) We load it, cock it, aim and shoot
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| (load it, cock it, aim and shoot)
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| (Oh) We load it, cock it, aim and shoot
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| (Hey world)
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| Get you a paper
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| Turn on the news
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| Ride through the hood
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| I witness the blues
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| How can you ignore it
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| It’s easy to spot it
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| A trap house, a liquor store and your city’s got it
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| And my city’s got it, and their city’s got it
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| This world is chaotic
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| And love is symbolic
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| So life don’t get cherished
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| So our babies perish, and your babies perish
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| Now tell me who’s careless
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| Now who should I pray to
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| What should I pray for
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| You can’t pay the preacher for your redemption
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| I know where we’re headed
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| I already read it
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| The good book done said it (like cowboys and Indians)
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| (We just) Living like we bulletproof (Yeah)
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| We bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
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| (bang, bang, bang, bang, bang bang)
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| We load it, cock it, aim and shoot
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| (load it, cock it, aim and shoot)
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| We load it, cock it, aim and shoot
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| (We gone die, living)
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| Living like we bulletproof
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| We (we) bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
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| (bang, bang, bang, bang, bang bang)
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| (I say) We load it, cock it, aim and shoot
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| (load it, cock it, aim and shoot)
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| (Oh) We load it, cock it, aim and shoot
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| (We gone die, living)
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| They say tomorrow’s not promised today
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| But today I promise if we don’t make our own way
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| Somebody’ll take it from us
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| Snatch it like rats to cheese
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| So, lord help me please
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| Cause I rather die on my feet than to live on my knees
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| Living like I’m bulletproof cocking the Glock and aim n shoot
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| My future’s ever clear 180 proof
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| So I open the bottle then swallow my pride and drink the pain away
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| I take shots and just lay up then fade away
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| Dreaming of betta' days
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| Dreaming of betta' pay
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| But we got our work cut out for us so we betta' pray
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| Pray to uphold the weak, not for eternal sleep
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| But if I die I pray the lord my soul to keep
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| Living like we bulletproof (woo)
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| We (we) bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
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| (bang, bang, bang, bang, bang bang)
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| (I say) We load it, cock it, aim and shoot
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| (I say I load it, cock it, aim and shoot)
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| We load it, cock it, aim and shoot
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| (We load it, cock it, aim and shoot)
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| Living like we bulletproof
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| We (we) bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
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| (bang, bang, bang, bang, bang bang)
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| (I say) We load it, cock it, aim and shoot
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| (load it, cock it, aim and shoot)
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| (Oh) We load it, cock it, aim and shoot
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| (Oh lawd)
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| Living like we bulletproof |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Conjure Commercial, artist - Ludacris. Album song The Conjure Mixtape: A Hustler's Spirit, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп