Ready?
A'ight.
Look here Niggas,
Been a long time comin',
No
more talk.
F*ck this intro shit!
Start the music!
This right here,
yeah
Where the f*ck, Nigga
Ain't never f*ck 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', f*ck nigga what's happenin'
Adamsville, Watts,
WestSide, Decatur
What's up?
F*ck 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 muthaf*cka 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 f*ck!
Don't know my
enemies Yo!
and lock and load my Calico
And buck on dem niggas
So what
the f*ck!
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 f*ck, 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 f*ck!
Don't know my
enemies Yo!
and lock and load my Calico
And buck on them niggas
So what
the f*ck!
Ain't mad is ya? (What?)
Then bring the pain
(C'mon!)
'Cause muthaf*cker ain't a damn thing changed
I'ma still ride
low-lows on Rios man (Tell 'em!)
I'm still takin'
An' stealin'
lame
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 f*ck
nigga's grill
An be talkin' bad 'bout where the f*ck I live
An be
talkin' bad 'bout where the f*ck I live
Chorus:
Don't know my
enemies Yo!
And lock and load my Calico
And buck on them niggas
So what
the f*ck!
Don't know my enemies Yo!
and lock and load my Calico
And
buck on them niggas
So what the f*ck!