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Styles P & DMX - Load ur Guns (Vinny F remix)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dave East
Dave East
Vocals
Styles P
Styles P
Vocals
Jadakiss
Jadakiss
Vocals
Sheek Louch
Sheek Louch
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Brewster
David Brewster
Songwriter
David Styles
David Styles
Songwriter
Jason Phillips
Jason Phillips
Songwriter
Sean Jacobs
Sean Jacobs
Songwriter
Marcus Fitzgerald Rucker
Marcus Fitzgerald Rucker
Songwriter
Derek Andrew Kastal
Derek Andrew Kastal
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dayzel "The Machine" Fowler
Dayzel "The Machine" Fowler
Recording Engineer
Jesus "Poobs" Fernandez
Jesus "Poobs" Fernandez
Recording Engineer
Derek Andrew Kastal
Derek Andrew Kastal
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
L-O-X shit, ****
Trinity, yeah
Hah
[Verse 2]
What you think we do this shit for?
****, we was piss poor
Coke on the fifth floor
Fourth to the third
And the second and the first and the sixth (My word)
Outside from the first to the sixth
Flippin' on a brick that I got from a Spanish **** (Flippin')
Standin' with the cannon just ready to blam a **** (Ready)
Skippin' on a court 'cause the judge'll remand a **** (Hah)
**** say it's love but I know they can't stand a ****, yeah
I'm familiar with the life (Familiar)
I got the fuck out 'cause I'm familiar with the night (Oooh)
And a knife and the ice and a car that is high-priced (Baller)
Gettin' knocked from the cops and spinnin' the yard twice (Spinnin')
Thousand push-ups a night, hittin' the bar twice
Reminiscin' over pussy and money and bar fights (Reminiscin')
Me? I hit the X again, hit you in the hard right
I could blend in with the stars, my ****, I'm alright
Half sun, half moon, my ****, I'm all bright
If you fuck with The Lox, you know that it's on sight (Fuck with The Lox)
Master of the goon talk, yet I'm still a wizard
Barefoot in a blizzard
I could fuck around and moonwalk (Fuck around)
Hustle, I could talk to a fork, knock a spoon off
May pay me enough, ****, I knock June off (****)
It's the Phantom, call me an entity
Soul is real old, my ****, couple of centuries, yeah
[Verse 3]
See these **** act stupid when the weather get warm
Y'all been lettin' these fuck **** slide too long
You don't wanna get clapped, I suggest you move on
You could try to come back but my **** too strong
I'm just tryna get away, yo
From the yayo and the hatin' **** on my block
I'm just tryna avoid the police
See a mill' piece, but these **** won't let me rock
So I load my gun
[Verse 4]
My vest on, I brought two hammers, it ain't no goon with me
Bury you in your Yeezys have Kanye read the eulogy
You owe me but I know you broke, I'll settle for your jewelry
Even if it's fake, we might could sell it out the state
Loud mouth ****, I don't thnk you could yell without your face
Startin' five snitchin', these **** is tellin' out the gate (Rat)
Transporter, know I still can send a bail without a trace
Fifty percent jealously and the other half is hate
Fuck the status, **** aggy 'cause they average and I'm great
Stab 'em with the same knife I use to cut my steaks
Say my grace before I treat a **** face like my plate
Early at this guap, y'all **** in a race to be late
Switch side up when they hate you, probably mention me too
I had the molly when Pharrell was sayin' Mr. Me Too
Waited in lines on 55th just to see Skip To My Lou
Then Biggavell' had me sippin' on KRU
Gimme the loot
[Verse 5]
See these **** act stupid when the weather get warm
Y'all been lettin' these fuck **** slide too long
You don't wanna get clapped, I suggest you move on
You could try to come back but my **** too strong
I'm just tryna get away, yo
From the yayo and the hatin' **** on my block
I'm just tryna avoid the police
See a mill' piece, but these **** won't let me rock
So I load my gun
[Verse 6]
Yeah, why you think we still doin' it?
The dream is still alive, my ****, and we're pursuin' it
The money on your head is expired, then we're renewin' it
The plan is not for you to ruin it
The next time I look at your body, I think of viewin' it
Ain't even got enough sense to put two in it
Know I like my Backwoods stuffed with Gorilla Glue in it
The hood is like the jungle with a sprinkler, the zoo in it
Yeah, from the block to the interstate
Get a couple dollars, watch all of the love disintegrate
Bad enough a **** gotta deal with the inner hate
95 South, I'm just tryna get a dinner plate
One false move, I'm comin' back in a bag
The prices is right though, I'm comin' back in a Jag (F-Type)
Razor to your cheek, you comin' back with a scab
Lotta thoughts in my mind, I'm runnin' back to the lab
Audibles be the best plays
I still got a line on the best haze
I get it from the esés
I'm light years ahead of these ****
I mean decades
[Verse 7]
See these **** act stupid when the weather get warm
Y'all been lettin' these fuck **** slide too long
You don't wanna get clapped, I suggest you move on
You could try to come back but my **** too strong
I'm just tryna get away, yo
From the yayo and the hatin' **** on my block
I'm just tryna avoid the police
See a mill' piece, but these **** won't let me rock
So I load my gun
[Verse 8]
Yeah, what you think I do this shit for?
Dope money, rap money, dollar on a pick four
Quick draw, gun on me, late night, quick score
Netflix, nah homie, big movie, Pixar
Hood love, born and raised, first unit, fifth floor
Been cool but like that, silverback, jigsaw
Talk less, pay attention, pull-up bar, heavy benchin'
Sheek did a lotta bitches, hatin' ****, lotta tension
Shoot, shoot for real, for real, mines go from jail to jail
Lawyers got bail to bail
Yours can't keep it real
We not close, we used to be
This the new me, get used to me
I changed for the better, dawg, truthfully
Inspiration for your kid on what you could be
What you see is what you get, no scrutiny
Instead you wanna follow him, I'm like, "Who is he?"
You just need to get away, yo, for a day, yo
No Instagram, IG, or cable
Just some liquor and some good smoke
And some good smoke, and some good smoke
[Verse 9]
See these **** act stupid when the weather get warm
Y'all been lettin' these fuck **** slide too long
You don't wanna get clapped, I suggest you move on
You could try to come back, but my **** too strong
I'm just tryna get away, yo
From the yayo and the hatin' **** on my block
I'm just tryna avoid the police
See a mill' piece, but these **** won't let me rock
So I load my gun
Written by: David Brewster, David Styles, Derek Kastal, Jason Phillips, Marcus Rucker, Sean Jacobs
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