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Ready?
A'ight.
Look here ,
Been a long time comin',
No more talk.
fk this intro s**t!
Start the music!
This right here, yeah
Where the fk, nigg*
Ain't never fk
Tell em
That don't wanna play this south s**t
OK
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 think I'm playin'
My Tec-9 be sprayin' (What?)
So partner tell me what's happenin'
These streets is real
These 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', fk nigg* what's happenin'
Adamsville, Watts, WestSide, Decatur
What's up?
fk them if they don't wanna claim this ATL (Blahw)
Catch a hot shell
My know (What?)
Y'all some hoes
If I see ya on the block nigg* I'll let you know
What's it gonna be (Tell 'im!)
Tell me what you choose (Tell 'im!)
I claim this dirty muth*fka nigg* win or lose
Chorus:
Don't know my enemies Yo!
And lock and load my Calico
And buck on dem
So what the fk!
Don't know my enemies Yo!
and lock and load my Calico
And buck on dem
So what the fk!
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-b*tchboy, 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 nigg* (What?)
This for my soldiers, hustlas, killas, gorillas
Yes!
On da fk, nigg*!(Blam)
Surely it don't get no reala
Chorus:
Don't know my enemies Yo!
and lock and load my Calico
And buck on them
So what the fk!
Don't know my enemies Yo!
and lock and load my Calico
And buck on them
So what the fk!
Ain't mad is ya? (What?)
Then bring the pain (C'mon!)
'Cause muth*fker ain't a d*mn thing changed
I'ma still ride low-lows on Rios man (Tell 'em!)
I'm still takin'
An' stealin' lame
An' scared to walk down your own block, man (What?)
An in your hood is say you soft, man
It's time the new regiment to start man
TI (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 nigg* is so trill
I put my fist in the fk nigg*'s grill
An be talkin' bad 'bout where the fk I live
An be talkin' bad 'bout where the fk I live
Chorus:
Don't know my enemies Yo!
And lock and load my Calico
And buck on them
So what the fk!
Don't know my enemies Yo!
and lock and load my Calico
And buck on them
So what the fk!
