Ready?
A'ight.
Look here n***as,
Been a long time comin',
No more talk.
f** this intro sh**!
Start the music!
This right here, yeah
Where the f**, n***a
Ain't never f** n***as
Tell em
That don't wanna play this south sh**
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***as think I'm playin'
My Tec-9 be sprayin' (What?)
So partner tell me what's happenin'
These streets is real
These n***as 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***a what's happenin'
Adamsville, Watts, West Side, Decatur
What's up?
f** them n***as if they don't wanna claim this ATL (Blahw)
Catch a hot shell
My n***as know (What?)
Y'all some hoes
If I see ya on the block n***a I'll let you know
What's it gonna be (Tell 'im!)
Tell me what you choose (Tell 'im!)
I claim this dirty muthaf**a n***a win or lose
Chorus:
Don't know my enemies Yo!
And lock and load my Calico
And buck on dem n***as
So what the f**!
Don't know my enemies Yo!
and lock and load my Calico
And buck on dem n***as
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**hboy, I hate the fakers
I got these hoods locked and load
Just for k**in'
The South is takin' over, I see you tremblin'
We keep 'em bouncin' (What?)
Ain't nuthin' changed n***a (What?)
This for my soldiers, hustlas, k**as, gorillas
Yes!
On da f**, n***a!(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***as
So what the f**!
Don't know my enemies Yo!
and lock and load my Calico
And buck on them n***as
So what the f**!
Ain't mad is ya? (What?)
Then bring the pain (C'mon!)
'Cause muthaf**er 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 n***as in your hood is say you soft, man
It's time the new regiment to start man
TI (Tell 'em!)
k**a 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***a is so trill
I put my fist in the f** n***a'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***as
So what the f**!
Don't know my enemies Yo!
and lock and load my Calico
And buck on them n***as
So what the f**!