Lyrics:
backwashed pop this a nuisance
Only to the ones
With a bezel and gun
Aiming only to the ground
To the people in the slums
40 in the lungs
Going slowly
baby
Puttin' in work lil' baby, uh
This is a message for y'all (y'all)
Making my way through the fall (fall)
Loaded we came for it all (all)
You
full of lovers why do we set the stage?
We are the actors and liars paid by our miseries
And as we turn to each other loaded gun straight to the face
We
just a solder though/stompin through the battlefield pray the mic is loaded bro/ no corn ball I warn y'all this is for y'all/ No DUBIE I'm on tour just
Guns go off, Shams is a Raiders fan
A rhyming gallop reporter, columns are lost
White five, black five with dollars to toss
Twisted by the dark side
muf**ka bang
Get ya money up, this cane is what we f**kin' slang
And 9 trey is what I f**kin' claim
Its Dipset, capital don of the bird gang
[Verse 2:
Y'all know what this is
D-Block
Oh yeah by the way
This is the remix
Who!
You can kiss your ass good-bye
D-Block D-Block D-Block D-Block
La
and the people are changin'
Now most folks couldn't tell you who their neighbors are
All their guns are loaded, the front doors are bolted
Ain't this ol' world
niggaz sippin Apple Boone, this ain't no white cartoon
Cause I be duckin' crazy spades
The kid hold white shit, like blacks rock ashy legs
Why is
I need to talk to Mike Laury
Hello? This is Mike Laury (Mm-mm)
Dubba-AA flex (Mm)
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Only in my chopper I trust (Grrat)
What?
Back to back Benzes, with the Wild Gremlins
Gaultier style lenses, talents in the .40 cal
This is life now
Let me find out, you want
club, I ain't for everyone
The Prince is bacc, now wheres my loaded gun
1916
It's a bloody sunday Naw meen
1916
It's a bloody sunday Naw meen
Hit you with
bangs in this bitch, no drummer
Bitch, you ain't ballin, got no jumper
The Loaded Gun and Slikadaice the Gunner, we leave it hotter than summer
Any other
Neo in The Matrix Imma
Lifestyle, this isn’t a quick fix
Didn’t anybody tell you that you’re like a loaded gun
And I don’t bring weapons back to my home
From the moment I go to bed 'till I wake up
All day, this is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah)
So I go straight at opponents' heads with this
I've had enough,
I wanna hear the engines on,
This town is rough,
Full of fear only i don't know,
i don't know why
I pick my bones,
Try to fix
the way to attic
Well we be smokin Tical
The reservoir is now open
I swim the English Channel backstrokin
You don't know me or my style
We hold court
and starving war
they have a loaded gun
playing as a video game console
against the walls of the puppets land and scarecrows
sponges in the flow (elephants in
When the darkness comes
Sleep with a loaded gun
Hold still my love the night is thirsty for our blood
Get back don't come any closer
This war it isn't
eat dog out there"
Well, I looked in his room when I got home
And underneath the covers found a loaded gun
He looked at me with empty eyes
He
loaded pistol
Keep it right by your side
Haul ass on Heart Worn, run away
This could be your last ride
I was on Heart Worn Highway
Too late to turn back
in the game, Fox is the baddest
Picture me fuckin with a nigga half my status
Bad gal bust big gun and no wan' see me buck it
Move ya bumba hole,
wow them boys is,
What it do, homie, callin' this our era
2007, we can print our face on paper
Greenbacks, boy, guaranteed to feel that
By any means,
a overload
Nigga, my name is Jus, I don't sound like no damn fool
We uppin' up the knock, yeah we uppin' up this damn 2
This car fully loaded and these cars
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