Lyrics:
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, Lousiana, 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 dope for it (Tell 'em)
An' if you're hatin', fuck nigga what's happenin'
(something Field), Watts, WestSide, Decatur
What's up?
Fuck them niggas if they don't wanna claim this HL (Blahw)
Catch a hot shell
My niggas know (What?)
(something)
If I see ya on the block nigga I'll let you know
What's it gonna be (Tell 'im!)
Tell me what to do (Tell 'im!)
I catch this dirty muthafucker nigga win or lose
Chorus:
Don't know my enemies Yo!
I lock and load my Calico
And fuck all them niggas
So what the fuck!
Don't know my enemies Yo!
I lock and load my Calico
And fuck all them niggas
So what the fuck!
Surely y'all 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'
This self is takin' over, I see you tremblin'
We keep 'em bouncin' (What?)
Ain't nuthin' changed nigga (What?)
This for my soldiers, hustlas, killers, gorillas
Yes!
(something) da fuck, nigga!
Surely it don't get no (something)
Chorus:
Don't know my enemies Yo!
I lock and load my Calico
And fuck all them niggas
So what the fuck!
Don't know my enemies Yo!
I lock and load my Calico
And fuck all them niggas
So what the fuck!
Ain't mad is ya? (What?)
Didn't 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 regimen to start man
DI (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 (something)
I put my fist in the fuck nigga's real
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!
I lock and load my Calico
And fuck all them niggas
So what the fuck!
Don't know my enemies Yo!
I lock and load my Calico
And fuck all them niggas
So what the fuck!
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, Lousiana, 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 dope for it (Tell 'em)
An' if you're hatin', fuck nigga what's happenin'
(something Field), Watts, WestSide, Decatur
What's up?
Fuck them niggas if they don't wanna claim this HL (Blahw)
Catch a hot shell
My niggas know (What?)
(something)
If I see ya on the block nigga I'll let you know
What's it gonna be (Tell 'im!)
Tell me what to do (Tell 'im!)
I catch this dirty muthafucker nigga win or lose
Chorus:
Don't know my enemies Yo!
I lock and load my Calico
And fuck all them niggas
So what the fuck!
Don't know my enemies Yo!
I lock and load my Calico
And fuck all them niggas
So what the fuck!
Surely y'all 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'
This self is takin' over, I see you tremblin'
We keep 'em bouncin' (What?)
Ain't nuthin' changed nigga (What?)
This for my soldiers, hustlas, killers, gorillas
Yes!
(something) da fuck, nigga!
Surely it don't get no (something)
Chorus:
Don't know my enemies Yo!
I lock and load my Calico
And fuck all them niggas
So what the fuck!
Don't know my enemies Yo!
I lock and load my Calico
And fuck all them niggas
So what the fuck!
Ain't mad is ya? (What?)
Didn't 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 regimen to start man
DI (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 (something)
I put my fist in the fuck nigga's real
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!
I lock and load my Calico
And fuck all them niggas
So what the fuck!
Don't know my enemies Yo!
I lock and load my Calico
And fuck all them niggas
So what the fuck!
