Styles P - Load My Gun lyrics

[Intro: Styles P] L-O-X sh**, n***a Trinity, ayy Hah (hah) [Verse 1: Styles P] Whatchu think we do this sh** for? n***a, we was piss poor Coke on the fifth floor, fourth to the third and the second and the first and the sixth Outside from the first to the sixth Flippin' on a brick that I got from a Spanish n***a Standin' with the cannon just ready to blam a n***a Skippin' on a court 'cause the judge'll remand a n***a n***as say it's love but I know they can't stand a n***a, yeah I'm familiar with the life, I got the f** out 'cause I'm familiar with the night And a knife and the ice and a car that is high priced Gettin' knocked from the cops and spinnin' the yard twice Thousand push-ups a night, hittin' the bar twice Reminiscing over p**y and money and bar fights Me? I hit the X and get hit in the hard right 'Bout to blend in with the stars, my n***a, I'm alright Half sun, half moon, my n***a, I'm all bright If you f** with The Lox, you know that it's on site Master of the goon talk, yet there still a wizard barefoot in a blizzard I could f** around and moonwalk, hustle I could talk through a fork, knock a spoon off Made penny enough, n***a, I knock June off It's the Phantom, call me an entity Soul is real, old, my n***a, couple of centuries [Chorus: Sheek Louch] See these n***as act stupid when the weather get warm Y'all been lettin' these f** n***as slide too long You don't wanna get clapped, I suggest you move on You could try to come back but my n***as too strong I'm just tryna get away yo, from the yayo and the hatin' n***as on my block I'm just tryna avoid the police, see a mill' piece but these n***as won't let me rock So I load my gun [Verse 2: Dave East] My vest on, I brought two hammers, it ain't no goon with me Bury you in your Yeezys have Kanye read the eulogy You owe me but I know you broke, I'll settle for your j**elry Even if it's fake, we might could sell it out the state Loud mouth n***a, I don't thnk you could yell without your face startin' fire Snitchin', these n***as is tellin' out the gate Transport, I know I could still send a bell without a trace Fifty percent jealously and the other half is hate f** the status, n***as aggy 'cause they average and I'm great Stab 'em with the same knife I use to cut my steaks Say my grace before I treat a n***a face like my plate Early at this guap, y'all n***as in a race to be late Switch side when they hate you, probably mention me too I had the molly when Pharrell was sayin' Mr. Me Too Waited in lines on 55th just to see Skip To My Lou The bigger [?] had me sippin' on crew, gimmie the loot [Chorus: Sheek Louch] See these n***as act stupid when the weather get warm Y'all been lettin' these f** n***as slide too long You don't wanna get clapped, I suggest you move on You could try to come back but my n***as too strong I'm just tryna get away yo, from the yayo and the hatin' n***as on my block I'm just tryna avoid the police, see a mill' piece but these n***as won't let me rock So I load my gun [Verse 3: Jadakiss] Yeah Why you think we still doin' it? The dream is still alive, my n***a, and we're pursuin' it The money on your head is expired, then we're renewin' it The plan is not for you to ruin it The next time I look at your body, I think of viewin' it Ain't even got enough sense to put two in it Know my like my backwoods stuffed with Guerilla Glue in it The hood is like the jungle with a sprinkler, the zoo in it, yeah From the block to the interstate Get a couple dollars, watch all of the love disentegrate Bad enough a n***a gotta deal with the inner hate On 95 south, I'm just tryna get a dinner plate One false move, I'm comin' back in a bag The prices is right though, I'm comin' back in a Jag Razor it to your cheek, you comin' back with a scab Lotta thoughts in my mind, I'm runnin' back to the lab Audibles be the best plays, I still got a line on the best haze I get it from the eses I'm light years ahead of these n***as, I mean decades [Chorus: Sheek Louch] See these n***as act stupid when the weather get warm Y'all been lettin' these f** n***as slide too long You don't wanna get clapped, I suggest you move on You could try to come back but my n***as too strong I'm just tryna get away yo, from the yayo and the hatin' n***as on my block I'm just tryna avoid the police, see a mill' piece but these n***as won't let me rock So I load my gun [Verse 4: Sheek Louch] Yeah, what'chu think I do this sh** for? Dope money, rap money, dollar on a pick four Quick draw, gun on me, late night, quick score Netflix, nah homie, big movie, Pixar Hood love, born and raised, first unit, fifth floor Been cool but like that, silverback, jigsaw Talk less, pay attention, pull-up bar, heavy benchin' Sheek did a lotta b**hes, hatin' n***as, lotta tension Shoot, shoot for real, for real Mines go from jail to jail Lawyers got bail to bail Yours can't keep it real We not close, we used to be This the new me, get used to me I changed for the better, dawg, truthfully Inspiration for your kid on what you could be What you see is what you get, no scrutiny Instead you wanna follow him, I'm like, 'who is he?' n***as need to get away yo, for a day yo No Instagram, I-G, or cable Just some liquor and some good smoke And some good smoke And some good smoke [Chorus: Sheek Louch] See these n***as act stupid when the weather get warm Y'all been lettin' these f** n***as slide too long You don't wanna get clapped, I suggest you move on You could try to come back but my n***as too strong I'm just tryna get away yo, from the yayo and the hatin' n***as on my block I'm just tryna avoid the police, see a mill' piece but these n***as won't let me rock So I load my gun