Load My Gun

[Intro: Styles P] L-O-X shit, nigga Trinity, ayy Hah (hah) [Verse 1: Styles P] Whatchu think we do this shit for? Nigga, we was piss poor, coke on the fifth floor Fourth to the third and the second and the first and the sixth Outside from the first to the sixth 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 spinnin' the yard twice Thousand push-ups a night, hittin' the bar twice Reminiscin' 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, my 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 sight Master of the goon talk, yet and still a wizard Barefoot in a blizzard, I could fuck around and moonwalk Hustle, I could talk to a fork, knock a spoon off May pay me enough, nigga, I knock June off It's the Phantom, call me an entity Soul is real, old, my nigga, couple of centuries, yeah [Chorus: Sheek Louch] 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 come back but my niggas too strong I'm just tryna get away yo, 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 [Verse 2: Dave East] 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 (rat) Transporter, know I still can send a bail without a trace Fifty percent jealously and the other half is hate Fuck the status, niggas aggy '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 Then Biggavel' had me sippin' on KRU, gimme the loot [Chorus: Sheek Louch] 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 come back but my niggas too strong I'm just tryna get away yo, 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 [Verse 3: Jadakiss] Yeah, why you think we still doin' it? The dream is still alive, my nigga, and we're pursuin' 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 I like my backwoods stuffed with Gorilla 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 disintegrate Bad enough a nigga gotta deal with the inner hate 95 South, I'm just tryna get a dinner plate One false move, I'm comin' back in a bag The prices is right though, I'm comin' back in a Jag (F-type) Razor to your cheek, you comin' back with a scab Lotta thoughts in my mind, I'm runnin' back to the lab (Diesel) Uh, 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, what? [Chorus: Sheek Louch] 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 come back but my niggas too strong I'm just tryna get away yo, 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 [Verse 4: Sheek Louch] 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?" Niggas need to get away yo, for a day yo No Instagram, IG or cable Just some liquor and some good smoke And some good smoke, and some good smoke [Chorus: Sheek Louch] 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 come back but my niggas too strong I'm just tryna get away yo, 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