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want beef, they gone end up like bologna
You told the twelve pussy boy know you foldin
Fuck you if you tell, quick beef, ain't no loading
Bodies fell,

the lil birdie sent
-Chopperz got to loading quick, Don't get cought up in the blitz
-Certified Salute 2 Trip, cll my guns fully equipped 
-Pull up on you,

smart rigs I'm loading it quick
Big globs when I'm taking a hit
Q-tip and iso is all in my kit
Travel glass and its from Ryan Fit
WOOO
Low temps I'm

glued to the liquid screen
Baby I need my adrenaline
I'm drivin' fast and I'm loading up quick
All the other players don't know my tricks

You can call me

a fuck boy
Cuz they always quick to steel like the alloy
If, I catch 'em loading up the convoy
I'ma have to go beast on 'em, Hank McCoy
So! Let's kill

(Shey You know)
I'll kill a rapper in practice (Yuhhh)
Click click I'm loading the clips
Quick trick shots I don't miss (pow)
All these rapper's ma kids
I

involved the whole team going
Hold up the page loading
Modern Warfare quick scope him
Then my team unloading
No bread needed quicken
Opposition lacks

six
But I'm right here by your side
Sirens blazing, it will all be over quick
But I'm loading up them clips and you know that imma ride with you
Yeah

on thotty
Walk in the club & see hottie on hottie
Put liq in yo system then dick in yo body 
Pump her up quick like I’m loading a shotty 
Bust on her face

ever been
You back and forth to court
Feeling like you a never win
A idle mind is when
The devil start setting in
Now ya loading up ya weapon quick
Going

Trynna put the gang on the map
Nigga I'm loading, loading
Trynnna put a pagan opp in a pack
Mans gonna smoke him, smoke him
Remember when I told

it
Make it dark quick
Stay Blacker than the beginning of time
Stack money ladders till you behind the  enemy lines
The devil on his grind tryna steal

Ready 2 Ride

Koopsta Knicca

Da Devil's Playground: Underground Solo

don't talk no more we on these hotlines)
aight
(Imma handle that)

{DJ Paul (Crunchy Black)}
I'm loading up these Lugers
thugs ready to ride
my

I was talking to my brother the other day right
And he ask me like
You just came home how you get back in your bag so quick
I'm like you know
Ain't

Feelings and shit
Push-in and shovin to fit, but I'm Already loading clip
Got him wrap 'round my finger And shit
When I dip he dip we dip
He ain't ask for no

inside I know that's what I'd do for you
Open the door quick before I get a ticket babe
Come and retrieve me don't leave me in the loading zone

I can

My Bodega I ain’t even notice
30 bottle perignon I’m selfish
I’m way too way beyond the average
Pull up if u trynna disrespect me I’m loading
piu
My

wit da butt
Jehovah forgive us
For loading these sticks up
Flippin any fuck niggas thats against us
We stay in da trenches
We stacking blue ribbons
You

Walk up 2 Yo House

Three 6 Mafia

Da End

1996

rock
Still for that bill
Hard to kill motherfucker
Koopsta mentally ill
Still (??) in my face and bitch best not say shit
I'm yelling quick, quick

like Pac Shakur
Loading up my glocks is full
Heart unstoppable
Seeing through your sheepish shit
3rdeye peep it quick
And damn he never slips
Do I make

Ian never need no handout I'm like go lets hit the road
Ian never fuck with niggas so I call these niggas foes
Growing up it was so quick and I'm

Loading the damage 
You've made on my brain
Makin' it easier to
Remain sane
Pleasure mixed with
A feelin' of pain
Gives me a reason 
To break this

The west coast
Ya you know they got the best smoke
The vets know
I'm getting blown in the zone
Loading bowl after bowl
Of that west coast, yo

SJ in this

once shame on you
Fool me twice and I'm loading the clip
We outside
We outside
This is the life that we picked
Yeah this is as real as it gets
Yeah this