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Lock-N-Load

L-Burna

Thug By Nature [Clean]

2001

a lotta dough, and I'm itchin' for mo' 
So, too many niggas be envious 
Wanna hate on the nigga with the benjamins 
Tryin' to plot on another nigga

Too much gun fire, them boys Rico and Pedro got lit

and throw money out the sunroof

Sittin' in the coupe so high
On some other shit
Having simple thoughts of this and rappers
For the fuck of it
I had too much

that you got four fours
But you won't buss them
You've got too much heart
I only use spades and clubs in war
Need to roll with a new pack
Your cats say

watch
And that plot is contagious
Talkin' WikiLeaks scams, dialogue
And Ed Snowden they want him dead for the
Lies that his head holdin'
And by lies i

on some, "You, you, you"
Forgot who they talking to
Too much pork stew
They need to not come out with nothing new
Blew the whole shit up on some
"What this

mean to puzzle you
Thinking too much is trouble, you
Writing this type of shit and you'll
Get the L not the W
Want that next shit, raw, triple-X shit

inhaling
Exhaling as I begin to caress my gun
We gettin' closer to our destination
I always mind my business but
Somehow I find myself in these situations

persecute
Do some dumb shit
Loose on the run from the fuckin'
Law that shoot your guns at
Cause you're the fuckin' gangster you
Claim to be aren't you?
Too

I’ll bet it fuckin’ does
Given the circumstances that should
Not amount to much how could you do it on my
Turf in my own home, to my own kids
On what's

run it up
Devil in my ear be tellin' me to give it up
Cross the line every time that I
Pour it in my cup
Way too much, yeah, got me throwin' up
Now

I'm what you're lacking

Me and my dogs ain't 
New to the gun clapping 
Stashing all the macs up 
In a place where we be trapping 

Living by the street

the cartridges 
We decide if peace reign we nuh care a who the party is 
Look like you a drink too much rum!
Don't forget the power of the slum
Zozo can't stop

the fuck away from me nobody do it better
One two three I descend to the nether
Iced out fangs in the frostbitten weather

By now, I've put too much stock in

Da Vinci, when I rhyme, I'm tryna paint the Mona Lisa
I love my money too much to be chasin' on some skeezer
You grabbed your bags and left, I never

gon' tell
Since Joe got picked up by that officer, I'm sorry that we don't talk that much
I just wanted to be like Big Choppa, MC, and Kaylo
I'ma

shorts (Yes)
She just wanna take D up in her belly (cll up in her—, all up in her)
We up on the board by many (Too much points)
Opp blocks, it was mask

say I'm buggin', I'm doin' too much
Baby, you niggas ain't doin' enough
Need to get back and it's gon' be severe
Wasting my head is the one that I fear

make you wanna run 
Put a bullet in a gun 
Guess I’m not the only one who swallows 
I would treat you like the sun 
Round and round you while I spun 
Too

too much from me
Love my niggas 'cause they know they stuck with me

shoot you with the harpoon
Dumb niggas getting caught up talkin' too much on them smart phones
That house is in the thick of things, that's where we go

I don't wanna be, I don't wanna be
I don't wanna be no B-list celebrity
Keep that Glock by my feet
Born and raised up in these streets
Duckin heat,

Margiela, YSL, Raf, Ricky, too
Red Bottom, shit she do for bloody shoe
Rock bottom, spike his drink
Get a card to the room watch is slowed down
Tie him up

Little kids hustle foods
Tryna fill their tummy's
And, every kid's seen a gun
When you go to places
Like Iraq and Afghanistan
While kids over here think