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FEET WET UP

YUNG WUN

2004

It's another one
That's right
Muthafuckas it ain't over
You can bob ya head to this shit
It's all dark around here
What?
Bitch nigga
Yeah

Load 'em up, let's ride
Somebody's gon' die
Load 'em up, let's ride
Somebody's gon' die
Load 'em up, let's ride
Somebody's gon' die
Why?

I'm comin' straight up out the hood nigga
You can ask anybody
Who got the goods nigga
I play around with big guns and fuck nuns
On a daily basis
I bet you think I'm crazy

Livin' life in this fast lane
Comin' up in this cash game
Huggin' the Glock, sippin' 'gnac man
I know a lot of niggas wonderin' 'bout me
How I be, where I be
At nineteen
Man fuck it
What I got I worked hard for
Nine muthafuckin' years I done starved for this rap shit

Now a nigga got it locked like vice grips
And you know my pipe rips
So a nigga might flip
I got a overdose of game to give out
But niggas act so funny I just don't speak out
It can be what you make it
Get it how you take it
I'ma break the billboard and replace it

Load 'em up, let's ride
Somebody's gon' die
Load 'em up, let's ride
Somebody's gon' die
Load 'em up, let's ride
Somebody's gon' die

Why?

Load 'em up, let's ride
Somebody's gon' die
Load 'em up, let's ride
Somebody's gon' die
Load 'em up, let's ride
Somebody's gon' die

Why?

That nigga life so special it's kinda hard for me to speak
You see this shit right now, it's kinda hard for me to preach
They say the good die young
But that's the only thing I reap
But bet I'm bustin' my guns until that nigga dead or deceased
I hit parole in three weeks
I heard your brother the mudder
At the sto' with them guttas
Slangin' rocks to them cluckas

Ten years a mother got her fine and clever
I'm gonna make your family fear what we fear forever

Got me pissed as ever

On that shit so tell 'em
That bitch is sick with that clique
With rap sheets of felons
Aim my nine to your melon
Bitch I'll snipe you who tellin'

Revenge my friend meet your friend Lucifer the devil
Retaliation I'm dwellin'
I know I'm goin' to hell and
I know this shit got me twisted but I'm scarred forever
My brother's life was precious
And bitch you took it so selfish

Bitch be careful got big weapons
Little sister gon' get ya

Load 'em up, let's ride
Somebody's gon' die
Load 'em up, let's ride
Somebody's gon' die
Load 'em up, let's ride
Somebody's gon' die

Why?

Load 'em up, let's ride
Somebody's gon' die
Load 'em up, let's ride
Somebody's gon' die
Load 'em up, let's ride
Somebody's gon' die

Why?

I demand respect
So hop your ass back in that 'Vette
Muhfucka love is love it don't cash no checks

While you waitin' for your mans to supply you with grams
I'm in the Dirty South bangin' niggas up 'cause I can
Get to the money
Lay low with stacks of fifties and hundreds
And a brown bag of coke for the niggas I'm frontin'
And I ain't gotta pop you
I got Trigga for that
If you really want war
I got niggas for that
I stay in the streets

In touch, ready to reach
With a city full of dogs that's ready to eat
All it takes is a phone call
That's your downfall
If you owe me any money
I want it all

I told niggas this day would come
But I never really thought this day would come
To niggas ran in my crib

Beat up my old lady while I hustled in the ville
Shit got real

Load 'em up, let's ride
Somebody's gon' die
Load 'em up, let's ride
Somebody's gon' die
Load 'em up, let's ride
Somebody's gon' die

Why?

Load 'em up, let's ride
Somebody's gon' die
Load 'em up, let's ride
Somebody's gon' die
Load 'em up, let's ride
Somebody's gon' die

Why?
Load 'em up, let's ride
Somebody's gon' die

Load 'em up, let's ride
Somebody's gon' die
Load 'em up, let's ride
Somebody's gon' die
Why?

Why it even gotta be that way?
Why?
You don't walk in these streets that way
Why?
Y'all niggas still runnin' off at your mouth
Why?
You don't want it
But if you do cock 'em back, let's ride

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