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