Lock & Load Lyrics - Attenchun! - 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, okay 

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 

Catch a hot shell, yeah 

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 

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 

'Cuz 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 

T. I., tell 'em! 

Killa Mike, Pastor Troy, what? 

David Banner, tell 'em 

What's up boy, okay 

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