Lock And Load (Album Version (Explicit))

Yeah, vibe wit me sweetheart it aint hard, Ah **** dem niggaz I aint worried bout dem This Cash Money baby ya no what im takin bout Its the Carter II, Kurupt holla at dem niggaz (****) We won, we won and then we shot that BB gun They lost, they lost we took they **** now it's time to floss (Lock & Load) 22 year old 17 war vet life in the fast lane little red corvette little red handkerchief hangin out the right side back pocket jeans fallin Cover my Evisu sign Yep we do shine and they gon hate but they hated G's is baby we wont break So we ride like four perrelli's so s-cary no security, no protectin, no conparin lokin heavy , Oceans 11 , aviators, both taker, so fakers, no players im Hollygrove to the heart hollygrove from the start don't cross airheart boluvard or the war i come from 1-7 one shot never that blum, blum, blrrr, blrrr, Pop, pop, clap, clap what the **** hollygrove stand up **** duck. Get em get em weezy hit em where you kill em easy sit em in the river leave em they find em tomorrow evenin sinkin im prolly drinkin that Syrup thinkin I wont slip even tho im leanin like a broke hip. he aint know I got the nina with the full clip that's a sommersault, backspin full flip for Ya. push this button I'll flip out and hit sumthin miss nuthin im just bustin until the scene clean. twelve hundred for the jeans stop playin a hundred Dollars for the glock in my pants who the man I am when I stand with it pointed right at your face knock your brains from the back of your neck for lack Of respect I strap a jet black gat to the death tell my momma to bury me with that no **** my hood gettin kinda crazy where I be so rony's wit me Cause he's the O.G. Fresh out the backseat of the figgity Phantom the hater I make em madder when I wave at em like "what up" if it aint bout money I keep goin Im tryin to get that green im tryin to mow my lawn but ****. dem boyz (?) shoty on my armor dem boyz run up I leave they bodies on the lawn and duck the **** outta there cause baby it's hotter there if this was a movie it's time to roll the credits "CUT" it's all over all of your brains are all over the Mother **** block im a mother **** rock hard body Eagle street 17 shots night vision double clip hot steady beam glock pop, drop little man drop this Is not for little **** your man all (?) im layin in the drop thinkin of more money, Cash Money, young money, take money, your money Hahaha, yeah, lock & load, ya know, I thought they knew it was really real daddy, yeah, homeboy, my mother **** wristband was 300 Dollars no lie, Dolce & Gabbana, they should pay me for sayin that ****, so is my jeans they wasn't 300 but they Dolce too, yeah, we won mother ****, we Winnin over here, that's right, hey, somebody call gordon tell him pull up front open the doors suicide, lets ride out, you got money you know what the **** im takin bout, if ya don't, keep thinkin, if you can do that, your losin streak is goin up, why?, cause we here (?) straight up