Load My Gun (& Styles P) [feat. The Lox]

L-O-X shit, nigga

Trinity

Whatchu think we do this shit for? Nigga, we was piss poor

Coke on the fifth floor,

Fourth and the third and the second and the first and the sixth

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Flippin' on a brick that I got from a Spanish nigga

Standin' with the cannon just ready to blam a nigga

Skippin' on a court 'cause the judge'll remand a nigga

Niggas say it's love but I know they can't stand a nigga, yeah

I'm familiar with the life,

I got the fuck 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 spendin' the yard twice

Thousand push-ups a night, hittin' the bar twice

Reminiscing over pussy and money and bar fights

Me? I hit the X and get hit in the hard right

'Bout to blend in with the stars, nigga, I'm alright

Half sun, half moon, my nigga, I'm all bright

If you fuck 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 fuck around and moonwalk, hustle

I could talk through a fork, knock a spoon off

Made penny enough, nigga, I knock June off

It's the Phantom, call me an entity

Soul is real, old, my nigga, couple of centuries

See these niggas act stupid when the weather get warm

Y'all been lettin' these fuck niggas slide too long

You don't wanna get clapped, I suggest you move on

You could try to back but my niggas too strong

I'm just tryna get a way out from the

Yayo and the hatin' niggas on my block

I'm just tryna avoid the police,

See a mill' piece but these niggas won't let me rock

So I load my gun

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 jewelry

Even if it's fake, we might could sell it out the state

Loud mouth nigga,

I don't thnk you could yell without your face startin' fire

Snitchin', these niggas 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

Fuck the status, niggas angry '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 nigga face like my plate

Early at this guap, y'all niggas 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 [?

See these niggas act stupid when the weather get warm

Y'all been lettin' these fuck niggas slide too long

You don't wanna get clapped, I suggest you move on

You could try to back but my niggas too strong

I'm just tryna get a way out from the

Yayo and the hatin' niggas on my block

I'm just tryna avoid the police,

See a mill' piece but these niggas won't let me rock

So I load my gun

Yeah

Why you think we still doin' it?

The dream is still alive, my nigga, and we're pursuing 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 nigga 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

Prices is right though, I'm comin' back in a Jag

Raised 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 niggas, I mean decades

See these niggas act stupid when the weather get warm

Y'all been lettin' these fuck niggas slide too long

You don't wanna get clapped, I suggest you move on

You could try to back but my niggas too strong

I'm just tryna get a way out from the

Yayo and the hatin' niggas on my block

I'm just tryna avoid the police,

See a mill' piece but these niggas won't let me rock

So I load my gun

Yeah, what'chu think I do this shit 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 bitches, hatin' niggas, 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?'

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No Instagram, I-G, or cable

Just some liquor and some good smoke

And some good smoke

And some good smoke

See these niggas act stupid when the weather get warm

Y'all been lettin' these fuck niggas slide too long

You don't wanna get clapped, I suggest you move on

You could try to back but my niggas too strong

I'm just tryna get a way out from the

Yayo and the hatin' niggas on my block

I'm just tryna avoid the police,

See a mill' piece but these niggas won't let me rock

So I load my gun