Issue No 140 Locked Loaded Lyrics
Locked&Loaded by Issue No. 140
Oh Lord,Oh Lord,oh Lord
Oh,Lord,oh,Lord,Oh Lord
Oh Lord,Oh Lord
Oh Lord,oh Lord,oh Lord
I never needed nobody to believe in
I've seen them change like the seasons
R.I.P., you just a candle on the cement
Once you leave so I've been trying to live forever, dog
I got a .25 Beretta in my mama car
Same one my brother use, same one my father bought
Everybody telling when they go to court
I'm feeling like they don't make niggas like me no more
I still got slaves hanging from my family tree
The young still gangbanging like we WC
And Mac 10, Mac 10's sit up under the fleece
Because the powers that be just don't fuck with me
Since back when there was white men under them sheets
Ride a horseback, walking on the backs of the free
You see we in it to survive, what the fuck did you think?
At the blink of an eye niggas could die in these streets
My life a movie, hope you liking the show
They act, we shooting, just a part of the role
The road to riches wasn't made for niggas that's slow
I pray for blessings, grab my weapon when I walk out the door
Locked and loaded and I'm ready to go,I'm ready to go
Locked and loaded and I'm ready to go,I'm ready to go
Locked and loaded and I'm ready to go,I'm ready to go
When I'm ready to go, when I'm ready to go,when I'm ready to go
Hey, tell these niggas let the black man shine
This little light of mine, a nine I hide inside of my drawers
Ain't nothing ancient, mama, ey little mama, ey don't start
I only pray when asking Allah how we made it this far
But still I'm all about the dollar, pass the offer and jog
The thoughts of niggasat the bottom what I offer to you all
We from the slave ship, all my niggas ride for the cause
We on the same shit trying to survive all the loss
Because they ain't shit, won't take shit but the charge
Because we can't snitch, know you niggas heard it before
A child was murdered before; he had a chance to mature
And bet the one they didn't ever see outside of the bars
We the pride of Raymond Washington, they washin' us all
They washin' us all
Them baggy troops fit just like them county blues
Mac 10 match well with my black skin
Little black boy shooting up the avenue
My life a movie, hope you liking the show,you likin' the show
They act, we shooting, just a part of the role,just a part of the role
The road to riches wasn't made for niggas that's slow
I pray for blessings, grab my weapon when I walk out the door
Locked and loaded and I'm ready to go,and I'm ready to go
Locked and loaded and I'm ready to go,and I'm ready to go
Locked and loaded and I'm ready to go,and I'm ready to go
When I'm ready to go, when I'm ready to go,when I'm ready to go
Oh,Lord,oh,Lord,Oh Lord
Oh Lord,Oh Lord
Oh Lord,oh Lord,oh Lord
I never needed nobody to believe in
I've seen them change like the seasons
R.I.P., you just a candle on the cement
Once you leave so I've been trying to live forever, dog
I got a .25 Beretta in my mama car
Same one my brother use, same one my father bought
Everybody telling when they go to court
I'm feeling like they don't make niggas like me no more
I still got slaves hanging from my family tree
The young still gangbanging like we WC
And Mac 10, Mac 10's sit up under the fleece
Because the powers that be just don't fuck with me
Since back when there was white men under them sheets
Ride a horseback, walking on the backs of the free
You see we in it to survive, what the fuck did you think?
At the blink of an eye niggas could die in these streets
My life a movie, hope you liking the show
They act, we shooting, just a part of the role
The road to riches wasn't made for niggas that's slow
I pray for blessings, grab my weapon when I walk out the door
Locked and loaded and I'm ready to go,I'm ready to go
Locked and loaded and I'm ready to go,I'm ready to go
Locked and loaded and I'm ready to go,I'm ready to go
When I'm ready to go, when I'm ready to go,when I'm ready to go
Hey, tell these niggas let the black man shine
This little light of mine, a nine I hide inside of my drawers
Ain't nothing ancient, mama, ey little mama, ey don't start
I only pray when asking Allah how we made it this far
But still I'm all about the dollar, pass the offer and jog
The thoughts of niggasat the bottom what I offer to you all
We from the slave ship, all my niggas ride for the cause
We on the same shit trying to survive all the loss
Because they ain't shit, won't take shit but the charge
Because we can't snitch, know you niggas heard it before
A child was murdered before; he had a chance to mature
And bet the one they didn't ever see outside of the bars
We the pride of Raymond Washington, they washin' us all
They washin' us all
Them baggy troops fit just like them county blues
Mac 10 match well with my black skin
Little black boy shooting up the avenue
My life a movie, hope you liking the show,you likin' the show
They act, we shooting, just a part of the role,just a part of the role
The road to riches wasn't made for niggas that's slow
I pray for blessings, grab my weapon when I walk out the door
Locked and loaded and I'm ready to go,and I'm ready to go
Locked and loaded and I'm ready to go,and I'm ready to go
Locked and loaded and I'm ready to go,and I'm ready to go
When I'm ready to go, when I'm ready to go,when I'm ready to go