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• Artiste: Bone Crusher
• Titre: Lock & Load
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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, 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 [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' 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 [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!