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Reloaded
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Reloaded was released on March 20, 2007 by Merge Entertainment as a part of the album Crackavelli
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Release DateMarch 20, 2007
LabelMerge Entertainment
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM83

Credits

Lyrics

*Explodes*
Okay! (Yeah, yeah, uh, uh)
I'm reloaded! (Yeah, yeah, uh, uh)
*Gunshots* (Yeah, yeah, uh, uh)
*Gunshots* (Uh, uh, uh, uh)
Allow me to introduce first; Crackavelli The Boss
And I'ma get mine, whatever the cost
No punch lines, no remorse or mercy
No sit downs, I'm just so blood thirsty
It's crunch time, I done come along way from one time *Police sirens*
Runnin' and droppin' dimes to poppin' rhymes
I'm outta my fuckin' mind, no sunshine
Feel like I'm providin' it, time after time
They tryna deny the voice of my people
*Lightnings* Made a promise to God I get even, uh
Nothin' happens without a reason
I kept believin', kept reachin'
Gained the respect of my region
My people Pledge of Allegiance
Ain't nothin' changed but the mothafuckin' season
We still right here, hold C.W.B.in'
A G and A-game in this thang *Gunshot*
Dubs up, this ain't a group, this a gang *Gunshots*
Sixteen bangin' GD in Taft with Fish and Nate Dogg
Three-six-O before they broke the 8Ball
But now when they send me to the penitentiary *Whistles*
It's a million motherfuckers just like me
Who ain't racist or prejudices, we just ourselves
But we can't hang with the Aryans or BGLs
And I ain't tryna hear you with the Howl Hitler
I give a fuck about your colour cracker, I'll hit ya (Uh)
Stick you with the shank, I just copped up out the metal shops
Somebody get the dime! Naw, somebody get the mop
Who get it, it's a secret, ain't nobody see shit
And if somebody snitch, it'll be one less convict
Real shit, I ain't that far from gettin' locked up
Crackavelli flop, I'll be back with that rocked up
Eight of a cakes and quarter parakeets
What 'chu called criminal, I just called parenting, c'mon!
Oh-oh-okay, oh-oh-okay
Oh-oh-okay, I'm-I'm (Reloaded!) *Gunshots*
Oh-oh-okay, oh-oh-okay
Oh-oh-okay, I'm-I'm (Reloaded!) *Gunshots*
My shit bangs on the corner, where they pump crack at
Where they pop Caprices and Cadillacs at
Where they chop game like keys of blow and blow
Throw an eighty thousand dollar vehicles
But it’s time to stop bullshittin' and get to really spittin'
Separate the wildcats from the kittens
I've written ammunition, aimed at 'em and hit 'em *Gunshot*
Witnesses say "It was fucked up how they did 'em!"
Hit 'em when he wasn't really payin' attention
Teachin' the meanin' of vengeance
Put it in neutral and kill the ignition *Car vrooms*
Hay game! *Gunshots* Be that shit
Throw the dubs up, so they know we get hat hit *Gunshot*
I try to be peaceful, but people won't let me relax
I gotta react 'til I'm Big 'Stak Mak
Known for not toleratin' whisperin' and chit chattin'
Never lendin' nothin' but creepin' up and click clackin'
Boy, you thought I was soft or somethin'?
I can't take a motherfuckin' summer off or somethin' (No)
Fuck 'em, I'm buckin' when I see 'em, they duckin'
Despite what 'chu heard, this shit is not over nothin'
I let a lotta shit ride, let a lotta shit slide
And if I die tonight, it's 'cause I'm too fuckin' naïve
Almost naïve, I believe a lotta lie
Motherfuckers could tell 'em while they lookin' you in your eyes
And I despise some motherfuckin' coward-hearted bitch
Not as much as a pedophile, but more than a snitch (Ah)
I started with a ditch, it turned into a trench
Spent half my life diggin' this bitch
Now I'm so deep in it that I can't even get out
Fuck 'em I'd rather be underground
I ain't fuckin' around (Hahahaha!), I'm lettin' off rounds
Get me riled up, ain't gon' be no calmin' me down
Understand? *Gunshots* I ain't gon' swim, drown, or get ate by these sharks
I'm standin' where I'm standin' 'cause I'm all fuckin' hard
From the start, came a hundred, never faked the frontin'
I made a lil' money, nobody's takin' it from me
When I was bummy and crummy, I had people who loved me
They was down for me, never was about the money
I got plenty of pussy when I was broke as a joke
Street cred, you can check my warrant report, hoe, now *Explodes*
Oh-oh-okay, oh-oh-okay
Oh-oh-okay, I'm-I'm (Reloaded!) *Gunshots*
Oh-oh-okay, oh-oh-okay
Oh-oh-okay, I'm-I'm (Reloaded!) *Gunshots*
*Explodes*
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