Lock Load
演唱：Conway the Machine、Beanie SigelLock Load (Explicit) - Conway the Machine/Beanie Sigel
Lyrics by：Desmond Price/Dwight Grant/Thomas Paldino/Eliot Dubock
Composed by：Desmond Price/Dwight Grant/Thomas Paldino/Eliot Dubock
Yeah it's spooky
Way too spooky n***a
Yeah uh look
Yeah
Everywhere I go I got it on me n***a
I got it right now
And I ain't lettin' s**t slide
I ain't lettin' that s**t ride n***a
Go head and try me if you want n***a
What's poppin'
I let this f**kin' clip fly
Doot doot doot
GxF to the death n***a
Griselda
And I'd never switch sides
This s**t for life homie that's my word
You know how we play it over here n***a
You know what's up p***y
We get it poppin' on this side
This side brr
Lock
Lock
Load
Load
Lock
Lock
Load
Load you know what's up n***a
Lock
Lock
Load
Load
Lock
Lock yeah
Load
Load yeah
You can go and ask them other n***as they'll tell you what's up
I already been through there and hit one of them n***as up
Doot doot doot doot doot
Momma start thinkin' I'm crazy baby mama think I'm nuts
Ever since them n***as shot me I just stopped givin' a f**k
Ha
I'm losin' my marbles lettin' that AR go
fifty shot sticks'll do you n***as something horrible
Brr
Two sixty on the digi' dash look how fast my car go
Vroom
Talk about my face but can't say s**t about my bars though
Hahahaha
Have my shooter snort a few grams kick his door for the yams
Hah
While I'm smokin' kush with a b***h I just imported from France
Cash
Rockin' Bathing Ape s**t that I just bought in Japan
Woo
I get to trippin' get the blick and this AR in my hand
Brr brr brr
Every bullet in the cartridges land
The stick look like a guitar in my hands drummin' like I'm part of a band
Woo
My dog was behind the wall with your man
Hah
I heard you got friendly extorted in the can you thought I was playin'
Brr
Everywhere I go I got it on me n***a
Cash
And I ain't lettin' s**t slide
I ain't lettin' that s**t ride n***a
Go head and try me if you want n***a
What up n***a
I let this f**kin' clip fly
That's my word n***a run up and see what's good
GxF to the death n***a
Griselda n***a
And I won't ever switch sides
This s**t for life homie
You know how we play it over here n***a
You know what's up p***y
We get it poppin' on this side
Brr
Lock
Lock talk to 'em
Load
Load this that real n***a
Lock
Lock this that real n***a
Load
Load
Lock
Lock gangster s**t n***a
Load
Load all my shooters lock and load n***a
Lock
Lock
Load
Brr yeah
SP DrumWork s**t
Yeah
211s no turnin' no 187s
Uh
That black and grey checker hold the heckler
Ha ha
Your vest obsolete when we squeeze from the neck up
M 16 I'm quick with the inf
Feel like Tony squinting readin' a blimp
The world is yours chico uh huh the art of war is lethal
Never cease it if the score is equal
Nah
I kill 'em all dead
All dead
Run in they spot paint the walls red
Walls red
Glock 40 for the bald heads
Bald heads
Sometimes I feel like a hypocrite
Why
I'll kill a n***a
Make duffel off of tour but then it's back to the wicked s**t
Ah
Yeah like I'm in tune with my djinn
A hard flick when I spit without using a pen
Hrr
Dance with the devil the death call
I'm out the Buff with the slanted face killer with Bells Pals'
Call our bluff get stuffed in a can or a wood coffin
Or get clipped when that clip with the switch get lift off
Brr grr
Lock
Lock
Load
Load
Lock
Lock
Load
Load
Lock
Lock
Load
Load
Lock
Lock
Load
Load yeah
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom
Doot doot doot doot
Brr
Yeah
Lyrics by：Desmond Price/Dwight Grant/Thomas Paldino/Eliot Dubock
Composed by：Desmond Price/Dwight Grant/Thomas Paldino/Eliot Dubock
Yeah it's spooky
Way too spooky n***a
Yeah uh look
Yeah
Everywhere I go I got it on me n***a
I got it right now
And I ain't lettin' s**t slide
I ain't lettin' that s**t ride n***a
Go head and try me if you want n***a
What's poppin'
I let this f**kin' clip fly
Doot doot doot
GxF to the death n***a
Griselda
And I'd never switch sides
This s**t for life homie that's my word
You know how we play it over here n***a
You know what's up p***y
We get it poppin' on this side
This side brr
Lock
Lock
Load
Load
Lock
Lock
Load
Load you know what's up n***a
Lock
Lock
Load
Load
Lock
Lock yeah
Load
Load yeah
You can go and ask them other n***as they'll tell you what's up
I already been through there and hit one of them n***as up
Doot doot doot doot doot
Momma start thinkin' I'm crazy baby mama think I'm nuts
Ever since them n***as shot me I just stopped givin' a f**k
Ha
I'm losin' my marbles lettin' that AR go
fifty shot sticks'll do you n***as something horrible
Brr
Two sixty on the digi' dash look how fast my car go
Vroom
Talk about my face but can't say s**t about my bars though
Hahahaha
Have my shooter snort a few grams kick his door for the yams
Hah
While I'm smokin' kush with a b***h I just imported from France
Cash
Rockin' Bathing Ape s**t that I just bought in Japan
Woo
I get to trippin' get the blick and this AR in my hand
Brr brr brr
Every bullet in the cartridges land
The stick look like a guitar in my hands drummin' like I'm part of a band
Woo
My dog was behind the wall with your man
Hah
I heard you got friendly extorted in the can you thought I was playin'
Brr
Everywhere I go I got it on me n***a
Cash
And I ain't lettin' s**t slide
I ain't lettin' that s**t ride n***a
Go head and try me if you want n***a
What up n***a
I let this f**kin' clip fly
That's my word n***a run up and see what's good
GxF to the death n***a
Griselda n***a
And I won't ever switch sides
This s**t for life homie
You know how we play it over here n***a
You know what's up p***y
We get it poppin' on this side
Brr
Lock
Lock talk to 'em
Load
Load this that real n***a
Lock
Lock this that real n***a
Load
Load
Lock
Lock gangster s**t n***a
Load
Load all my shooters lock and load n***a
Lock
Lock
Load
Brr yeah
SP DrumWork s**t
Yeah
211s no turnin' no 187s
Uh
That black and grey checker hold the heckler
Ha ha
Your vest obsolete when we squeeze from the neck up
M 16 I'm quick with the inf
Feel like Tony squinting readin' a blimp
The world is yours chico uh huh the art of war is lethal
Never cease it if the score is equal
Nah
I kill 'em all dead
All dead
Run in they spot paint the walls red
Walls red
Glock 40 for the bald heads
Bald heads
Sometimes I feel like a hypocrite
Why
I'll kill a n***a
Make duffel off of tour but then it's back to the wicked s**t
Ah
Yeah like I'm in tune with my djinn
A hard flick when I spit without using a pen
Hrr
Dance with the devil the death call
I'm out the Buff with the slanted face killer with Bells Pals'
Call our bluff get stuffed in a can or a wood coffin
Or get clipped when that clip with the switch get lift off
Brr grr
Lock
Lock
Load
Load
Lock
Lock
Load
Load
Lock
Lock
Load
Load
Lock
Lock
Load
Load yeah
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom
Doot doot doot doot
Brr
Yeah