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Lock & Load

Bone Crusher

AttenCHUN!

2003

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

grind I ain't never fake it 
Never lost I ain't ever think i'm breakin
Never cock it back unless you really sprayin
Lot of real motherfuckers see you

Tennessee
I'm a boss reppin' square dancin'
Square body mud slingin'
Shit talkin' gun sprayin' Cheatham
County crazy hen
With a little hint of that Bocephus

The South

E.S.G.

Down South Hustlers

1995

And I knock on virgin hoe
So and if ya dick fit
'cause it's dank and drink
Ya got me thinkin by the quick lick
I'm big wit the .44
This ain't an indo
Got

G59, the misfit's
Swervin' and I'm fucked up, servin' time
I'm locked up
Chopper sprayin', Mack truck (bop, bop, bop)
You live a life of bad luck
All my

Workin’ ‘round the clock, by the money, we inspired (Money, we inspired)
If it’s on the line, then I’m goin’ through the wire (Goin’ through the wire)

ain't givin' out leg shots

If you're tough, better back what you're sayin'
We do walk-ups or we drive by sprayin'
He got bored up, ten wounds what I

lookin' down I'm like a predator
Catchin' by the toe I hope he know it ain't no pedicure
Runnin' up the numbers you can see I got the better score
Kickin'

what I’m takin’
Swear there’s no mistakin’
People always prayin’
But their actions playin’
They just hatin’ on the low
All my people waiting
For

say now what I mean now
Everyday I'm hitting Chase
Yeah I cash out
Got a bad lil bitch with her ass out
And I smoke so fine I greened out, like
I'm

The gang on the field
We sprayin' so heavily fortified
Distributin' only by a kilo
Up in my pocket, the home of the negros
Shit, I'm seen as a walkin' casino

Tha Bullet

Celly Cel

Killa Kali

1995

comin out the chamber, fool it's just inservice
Don't get nervous when you see what I do
I love to hit the target, and when I'm breakin that skin, ooh

So Long

David Singer

East of the Fault Line

2007

We kill and we shoot each other in our own hoods
And we bang each other, we won't bang cops, you know what im sayin
And one thing theses

Four by Four I'm racing
For the money head first I'm chasin
Back up I need my spacing
I cant be waiting, I need it right now
Finna roll up

shit is not debatable
Chopper wave at you
Your vest can't stop when I'm poppin' the K at you
No matter what God you're prayin' to, I'm not gon' play

Da Graveyard

Big L

Lifestylez Ov Da Poor and Dangerous

1995

with so much lead they can use they dick for a pencil
I'm known for snatchin' purses and bombin' churches
I get more pussy by accident than most niggas

Well, I assure you this is an A$AP Boli production

Aye, uh, boy
Why you playin'
Pick up the stick and I'm sprayin'
Knife on my body I'm best

from me, ha
Cause I am what it be, ha
Oh yousa muthafuckin' flea, ha
Dust them haters off of me, ha
It ain't a thing
Oh you really mad at me, ha
I'm

The Fever (Aye Aye)

Death Grips

The Money Store

2012

round the block
Hangin' scumbag slangin'
Pay dirt cave in
Takin' no prisoners
No escapin' wash brain hook
Nothin' I'm sayin'
Aye, aye, know what I'm

through, what a nigga walked through
The fire that a nigga had to feel just to get where I'm at, nigga

44, nigga, I stand on it, how dare a motherfucker

a bowling ball (Bowling Ball)
I tried to tell him he ain't understand (What)
So I sprayed his whole crib like the Orkin Man (Orkin Man)
I'm bout this money

I'm a predator
I set it off you know the feds involved when
Sprayin' the lead involved
But I'm marryin' my gun
I ain't callin' the weddin' off
Never

my line
If they tryna get high, they gone spit my rhymes
Having em all on my phone, tryna make songs
Ask what to condone, cause holmes, that guy I'm

me up in my glow zone
fuck that bitch, nigga, I don't even know what I'm sayin
The wok got a nigga trippin', nigga, just be sprayin
Nigga, I cannot see