Tha Carter 2 - 8- Lock And Load

Lock And Load

Yeah...ride with me sweetheart, it ain't hard aw fuck them niggaz don't even worry bout' them this cash money baby, you know what i'm talking about tha
carter II...corrupt, holla at them niggaz

[Chorus:]
We won..we won and then we shot that bb gun
and they lost and they lost and we took they shit now its time to floss
[X2]

[1st Verse:]
22 year-old 17th ward vet, life in the fast lane little red corvette, little red hankerchief hanging out the right side, back pocket jeans fallin, cover
my eviesel sign, yep we do shine and they gon' hate but the hate of jesus baby we won't break, so we ride like fo' pirelli's, so so carried, no security,
no protectin, no comparin, loc'n heavy, ocean eleven, aviators, bo' takaz, so fakers, (ah) no playaz i'm holley grove to the heart holley grove from the
start don't cross airheart, boulevard where the ward i come from 1-7 1-shot? neva that, blum blum, brrd brrd, pop pop, clap clap, what the fuck holley
grove stand up nigga duck

[Chorus x2]

[Wayne speaking]
me and my nigga maigne is in here smokin and laughin at you cats, thats a toast to how funny these guys are...

[2nd Verse:]
get em get em wheezy hit em where ya kill em eazy, sit em in the river leave em, they find em' tommorow evenin, sinkin, i'm prolly drinking that syrup,
thinkin i wont slip even though i'm leanin like a broke hip, he ain't know i got the nina with the full clip thats a summer sault, backspin full flip for
ya, push this button i flip out and hit somethin, miss nothin i'm just bustin until the scene clean, twelve hundred for the jeans, stop playin, hundred
dollars for the glock in my pants, who the man? i am when i stand with it pointed right at ya face, knock ya brains from the back of ya neck for lack of
respect, I strap a jet black gat till' the death tell my momma to bury me with that NO BULLSHIT, my hood gettin kinda crazy where i be so romE's with me
cuz he's the O.G

[Chorus]

[3rd Verse:]

Fresh out the back seat of the phiggity phantom, the hataz i make em' madda when i wave at em' like-WHat UP? if it aint bout money i keep goin i'm tryin
to get that green, niggaz tryin to move my lawn but FUCK! dem boyz i got tha shotty on my arm, if dem boyz run up i leave they bodies on the lawn, and
duck the fuck outta there cuz baby is outta there if this was a movie its time to roll the credits-CUT! it's all over all of your brains is all over the
motha fuckin block i'm a motha fuckin rock, hardbody, eagle street, 17 shots, night vision, double clip, hot steady beam Glock, pop!, drop little man
drop, this is not for little bitches you man or a fox?, i'm layin in the drop, thinkin of more money, cash money, young money, take money, your money.

[Chorus]

[Outro:]
ya know? i thought they knew it was really real daddy...homeboy, my motha fuckin wristband was three hundred dollars, no lie, dolce and gabana, they
should pay me for sayin that shit, so is my jeans, they wasn't three hundred but they dolce too, we won motha fucker, we winnin over here (ha), thats
right, Hey, somebody call gordon tell him to pull up front, open the doors...suicidal and lets ride out, if you got money you know what the fuck i'm
talking about if not then keep thinkin, if you can do that, the losin streak is goin up...why? cuz we here, and i'm fuckin something tonight...straight up