enemy number one With a loaded gun With a loaded gun in our hands We can end life We can decide the fate of a man With a loaded gun With a loaded gun
. With a loaded gun, With a loaded gun, In our hands. We can end life. We can decide, The fate of a man. With a loaded gun, With a loaded gun, In our
shoes his girl probably bought 'em Too bad, Black ain't get the chance to extort him 'Cuz nigga's like that don't deserve to live Word the myth and
away Come with it You ain't that tough ya Choose the right friends You ain't that tough ya Don't make your life end Come with it White kids, you living
start loading me full of them shells there wasnt no way I was dropping Im bloody as hell 6 holes in my body and Im trying to walk grave yard straight called me Im living
come up An' cheddar 'till the sun up, if there's a ransom An' the law get involved, then we never get it summed up Never put ya gun up, ya come round
The devil loose, it's shiverin' in a nigga blood if I listen I'm a end, and show no fear, must run to my momma, 'cause I need money fast 'cause without money, you can't live
gun Are you living for love? Are you living? Are you living for love? Are you living for love? Are you living? Are you living for love? Are you living for love? Are you living
the line (It's about to be some shit!) To all my thugs and hustlas down to ride To all my thugs and hustlas lock n load, lock n load (It's about
to come out the hood, pray for him 'Cuz he would put the gun down if he somehow could Baby being born, teenage mother Fly baby boy found laying in the dumpster? She couldn't bare the load
shit Load up the heaters Greet 'em with the hollow tips Flip 'em like the Gotti clip My crew strictly body shift The cradle to the grave Is where I'll end
be another name left on the quilt You keep it up and you'll end up dead You've got a loaded gun at your head You use the needle that the others use Just
it back to the source, land of the physical force Land of the gun, land of the gun, land of the gun, land of the gun! This is the place where the cops
Lock and load! [Verse 1] This is the point of no return I could never go back Life without parol up state shackled and trapped Living in the hole, lookin
, then the bullets start bustin' First crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime You slip, I Live By My Rep don't fuck with mine Da End, the souls of
