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T S O L Loaded

away, loaded, i turn my face and i feel like comming down again, i turn my face and i feel life comming down, you're red light flash, but your car's in

club and we shot out Bullets everywhere" Okay what's the prob? "Ink got popped, he's dead as a doorknob" You bullshittin' "I ain't fuckin' around The posse's

You won't see D no Turn the Key Go to Tennessee That's beezys home Brace yourself we takin off, Pistol Loaded my safety's off Paint is wet, my leather's soft and There's

Mary, rode me in a Ford Explorer The pressure at time five remind me That y'all can't eat like it's Ramadan week My mascot was built for kamikaze If it fails, L.O

the S T L M O 3 1 4 Call the cops I see a robbery in progress Lunatics about to steal the show From the S T L M O 3 1 4 I'm real brass to smash with

, cheaper than the average, ki's be We be thuggers, stunners, hustlers Kidnap mothers, rape with no rubbers What the, hell? What is that I smell? No, it's not but it's

whip Forget your big fat ass, we going off, baby We don't mess around 'cuz I'm nautious, baby You know I loaded it with the gun, pop pop, aiyyo, let's

whip Forget your big fat ass, we going off, baby We don't mess around 'cuz I'm nautious, baby You know I loaded it with the gun, pop pop, aiyyo, let's

I keep sayin', don't get mad because you can't bump But I'm still gonna spit it, 'cuz you still don't get it If it ain't noted, don't quote it Hataz