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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bone Crusher
Bone Crusher
Performer
L-Roc
L-Roc
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Wayne Hardnett
Wayne Hardnett
Composer
James Phillips
James Phillips
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Priest
Priest
Producer
L-Roc
L-Roc
Producer
Jonathan Cantrell
Jonathan Cantrell
Recording Engineer
Avery Johnson
Avery Johnson
Recording Engineer
Jan Nerud
Jan Nerud
Assistant Engineer
Billy Hume
Billy Hume
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Ready? A'ight. Look here Niggas, Been a long time comin', No more talk. Fuck this intro shit! Start the music! This right here, yeah Where the fuck, Nigga Ain't never fuck niggas Tell em That don't wanna play this south shit 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 niggas think I'm playin' My Tec-9 be sprayin' (What?) So partner tell me what's happenin' These streets is real These niggas 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', fuck nigga what's happenin' Adamsville, Watts, West Side, Decatur What's up? Fuck them niggas if they don't wanna claim this ATL (Blahw) Catch a hot shell My niggas know (What?) Y'all some hoes If I see ya on the block nigga I'll let you know What's it gonna be (Tell 'im!) Tell me what you choose (Tell 'im!) I claim this dirty muthafucka nigga win or lose Chorus: Don't know my enemies Yo! And lock and load my Calico And buck on dem niggas So what the fuck! Don't know my enemies Yo! And lock and load my Calico And buck on dem niggas So what the fuck! 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-bitchboy, 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 nigga (What?) This for my soldiers, hustlas, killas, gorillas Yes! On da fuck, nigga!(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 niggas So what the fuck! Don't know my enemies Yo! And lock and load my Calico And buck on them niggas So what the fuck! Ain't mad is ya? (What?) Then bring the pain (C'mon!) 'Cause muthafucker ain't a damn 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 niggas 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 nigga is so trill I put my fist in the fuck nigga's grill An be talkin' bad 'bout where the fuck I live An be talkin' bad 'bout where the fuck I live Chorus: Don't know my enemies Yo! And lock and load my Calico And buck on them niggas So what the fuck! Don't know my enemies Yo! And lock and load my Calico And buck on them niggas So what the fuck!
Writer(s): Dan Brown, James Elbert Phillips, Wayne Jr. Hardnett Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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