Lyrics Lock & Load - Bone Crusher
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,
West
Side,
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'
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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