Load Da Ammo

[Hook: MC Money & Gangsta Gold]
Load da ammo, cock the trigger, pull it, mane, ain't nothin' to it
Bullets that I play with leave your body paralyzed
Load da ammo, cock the trigger, pull it, mane, ain't nothin' to it
Bullets that I play with leave your body paralyzed
Load da ammo, cock the trigger, pull it, mane, ain't nothin' to it
Bullets that I play with leave your body paralyzed
Load da ammo, cock the trigger, pull it, mane, ain't nothin' to it
Bullets that I play with leave your body paralyzed
Load da ammo, cock the trigger, pull it, mane, ain't nothin' to it
Bullets that I play with leave your body paralyzed
Bustin' in your home
With my tone pointed to your dome
There's another brother dead and gone
Load da ammo, cock the trigger, pull it, mane, ain't nothin' to it
Bullets that I play with leave your body paralyzed
Bustin' in your home
With my tone pointed to your dome
There's another brother dead and gone

[Verse 1: Gangsta Gold]
I'm ready to make 'em drop with a pop
G-l-o-c-k
Busta's under the wings
On my thoughts, I face 'em every day
No fear in my heart, I ain't scared to be the one that kills
So if you got your tone, bring it on, I got the same skill
Pressure from my pears who provoke me to leave 'em dead
Gangsta Gold, makin' em fold
Victim of my bullet lead
Tricks, who want my treats?
From the Gold smoke up in their face
Down fo' the smack in they back, bitch, it's a murder case
Creepin' on a punk, 'cause the funk got 'em acting up
Tailing with my wagon on the run doin' a donut
Hoes on the curb spread the word 'cause I'm peelin' caps
Spinnin out my chamber its my anger, settin' mouse traps
Take it to the police nigga if you scared, mane
Floggin' with your pistol like a bitch and be a dead mane
Stangin' like a wasp if you cross some of this intellect
Fuckin' up yo guts with the touch of this 9-Tec
Welcome to my game pimp
Now you in da playas squabble
Profilin' in yo clothes, with them hoes you be on life support
I'm realer than you think with the Glock that I maintain
Clickin on you lemon lames
My hollow points ain't got no name

[Hook: MC Money & Gangsta Gold]
Load da ammo, cock the trigger, pull it, mane, ain't nothin' to it
Load da ammo, cock the trigger, pull it, mane, ain't nothin' to it
Bullets that I play with leave your body paralyzed
Load da ammo, cock the trigger, pull it, mane, ain't nothin' to it
Load da ammo, cock the trigger, pull it, mane, ain't nothin' to it
Bustin' in your home
With my tone pointed to your dome
There's another brother dead and gone

[Verse 2: MC Money]
I commit a 187 on the punk that tryna perpetrate
Talkin' all yo shit just made me click you with my .38
Backin' down?
Nigga, please
Let's go make a bloodstain
I'm MC Money pistol packin'
Pullin' out them hollow thangs
Scopin' out a busta boy
Loadin' on my milli' round
Step up to my face bitch and I'mma put you underground
A motherfuckin' AK in my hand pointed at your dude
If you fuck up and you cross the ground Imma check you fool
Gangsta Gold is smoked out, always thinking evil shit
All I take is cheese, dope, and homies gonna kill you bitch
Nigga, I know you're scared cuz you shakin in your shoes
All this sweat on your head cuz you know bitch you ain't bulletproof
A gangsta in effect, a real nigga on the track
A clip on my hip, as I shoot a busta back
As real as you might call yourself I hope that you can back it up
Clickin' on your ass when I blast
I don't give a fuck
Dirty ass nigga, we got a bullet for your dome
Creepin' on the scene as I'm reaching for my tone
Bustas tend to jump but them bitches still lame
Watch the dizzy Glock, 'cause these hollow points they got no name

[Hook: MC Money & Gangsta Gold]
Load da ammo, cock the trigger, pull it, mane, ain't nothin' to it
Load da ammo, cock the trigger, pull it, mane, ain't nothin' to it
Bullets that I play with leave your body paralyzed
Load da ammo, cock the trigger, pull it, mane, ain't nothin' to it
Load da ammo, cock the trigger, pull it, mane, ain't nothin' to it
Bustin' in your home
With my tone pointed to your dome
There's another brother dead and gone
Bustin' in your home
With my tone pointed to your dome
There's another brother dead and gone