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Yea I'm locked and I'm loaded
I'm in the streets where I'm chosen I put em on notice
You know my focus when money the motive
I hold it down where I'm posted I eat I'm going
Yea I'm locked and I'm loaded
I'm in the streets where I'm chosen I put em on notice
You know my focus when money the motive
I hold it down where I'm posted I eat and I'm going
I'm the one the ghetto looking out for
Hustled til I switched and I went southpaw
Might've spent tuition in the club
So they don't wonder what I'm out for
Ain't tryna follow rules I'm a outlaw
Mornings when I'm headed to the bank
They gotta walk me in the backdoor
Cuz every time I withdraw they lookin like I got more
No problems niggaz want it no more
Like no war
On the floor have ya brain lookin like its coleslaw
That circle that you need to be a part of once I get it started
I ain't leaving niggaz room to bargain
I corner the market
Type of money makin niggaz targets
Life get disregarded
Bosses drop a bag for who the smartest everything recorded
Hungry ones will put you on a platter try to get rewarded
City morgue full of gangstas all assorted never boring
They don't wanna travel where the killers out before the morning
Rather be the one doing the scoring than who get blood get pouring
Yea I'm locked and I'm loaded
I'm in the streets where I'm chosen I put em on notice
You know my focus when money the motive
I hold it down where I'm posted I eat I'm going
Yea I'm locked and I'm loaded
I'm in the streets where I'm chosen I put em on notice
You know my focus when money the motive
I hold it down where I'm posted I eat and I'm going
Trappin out the money in the shoebox
Dreams of being rich and famous who not
The difference is the ones that talk about it
And the few that get ya crew hot
A few stocks that California love got me like 2pac
Me against the world I need my food hot
These 2 Glocks takell over the town start with a few blocks
Aint no opposition
Niggas wishing I go back to when I threw rocks