Lock and Load
Lil Wayne Lyrics

Yeah, ride wit' me sweet heart
Come along with me my dear

I'll fuck them niggas don't even worry 'bout them
Don't you worry, I'll take care of them

Its cash money baby
It's all about the money baby

You know what I'm talkin' bout
You understand what I mean

Its the carter two
This is the second album in the Carter series

We won, we won
We emerged victorious

And then we shot that B-B gun
We had a little fun with a toy gun

And they lost, and they lost
They lost the game

Cause we took they shit, now its time to floss
We took their things, now it's time to show off our own riches

22 year old 17 war vet
At the young age of 22, I have seen and experienced war 17 times

Life in the fast-lane, little red corvette
I live a fast-paced life, like a little red Corvette zooming through the streets

Little red handkerchief, hangin' out the right side
I wear a little red handkerchief hanging out of my right pocket

Back pocket jeans fallin', cover my Evisu sign
My jeans are loose and falling down, covering up my Evisu logo

Yep we do shine, and they gon' hate
We shine bright, and others will hate us for it

But they hated Jesus baby we won't break
Just as they hated Jesus, we will not break under their hate

So we ride like four Pirelli's
We ride in style, like a car equipped with four Pirelli tires

So secured, no security, no protectin' no comparing
We are so well-secured, we don't need extra security or protection as there's no comparing us

Loc' and heavy, Ocean eleven
We are street smart and heavy like gangsters from the movie Ocean's Eleven

Aviators, boat takers, so fackers
We wear aviator sunglasses and steal boats like badasses

No playas, I'm Hollygrove to the heart
I'm not a player, I'm loyal to Hollygrove where I'm from

Hollygrove from the start
I've been a part of Hollygrove from the beginning

Don't cross Earhardt
Don't cross the street named Earhardt

Boulevard where the ward I come from
I come from the ward that's located on the boulevard

One seven, one shot, never that (blum blum)
We shoot once and get the job done, no need for more shots

Brrt Brrt! Pop Pop! Clap Clap!
The sound of gunshots being fired

What the fuck, Hollygrove stand up nigga!
What's up, Hollygrove, stand up and represent your hood!

Get 'em get 'em Weezy hit 'em where you kill 'em easy
Let's go, Weezy, attack them where it's easy to kill them

Sit 'em in the river, leave 'em, they find em tomorrow evening, sinkin'
Throw them in the river and leave them to drown, their body will be found sinking the next evening

I'm probably drinkin' that syrup
I'm likely sipping on some syrup (codeine cough syrup mixed with soda)

Thinkin' I won't slip, even though I'm leanin' like a broke hip
I don't think I'll slip, even though I'm leaning like a broken hip

He don't know I got the nina wit' the full clip
He doesn't know I have a gun with a full clip

That's a somersault back spin full flip for ya?
That's a fancy and impressive move for you, isn't it?

Push this button, I flip out and hit something
If I push this button, I'll go crazy and hit something

Miss nothin' I'm just bustin' until this scene clean
I won't miss anything, I'll keep shooting until the scene is cleared

Twelve hundred for the jeans stop playin'
I spent $1200 on these jeans, don't play around

Hundred dollars for the glock in my pants
I spent $100 for the gun in my pants

Who the man? I am when I stand with it pointed right at ya face
Who's in charge? I am, with me pointing the gun right at your face

Knock the brains from the back of ya neck for lack of respect
I'll shoot you in the back of the head for disrespect

I, strap a jet black gat till the deck
I carry a jet black gun until the day I die

Tell the mama to bury me with that, no bullshitin'
Tell my mother to bury me with my gun, no joking around

My hood getting kinda crazy where I be
Things are getting crazy where I live (in my neighborhood)

So Ronie's with me 'cause he's the O-G
Ronie is with me because he's the original gangster

Fresh out the back seat of the figgity phantom
Freshly emerged from the back seat of a fancy Phantom car

The haters I make 'em madder when I wave at 'em like what up?
When I wave at my haters, it makes them even angrier

If it ain't about money I keep goin'
If it's not about money, I don't waste my time

I try'na get that green, niggas try'na mow my lawn
I'm trying to get money while others are trying to bring me down

But fuck, them boys I got the shottie on my arm
Screw them, I'm carrying a shotgun on my arm for protection

If them boys run up I leave their bodies on the lawn
If they try to attack me, I'll kill them and leave their bodies on the grass

And duck the fuck out a there, 'cause baby its hot out there
Then I'll escape from the scene, because it's dangerous out there

If this was a movie it's time to roll the credits, cut!
If this were a movie, this would be the end, cut!

Its all over, all of ya brains is all over the motherfuckin' block!
It's all over, your brains are all over the block!

I'm a motherfuckin' rock!
I'm a badass motherfucker!

Hard body eagle street seventeen shots
I'm a tough guy from Eagle Street, I have access to 17 shots

Night vision double-clip, hot steady beam, glat! Pop!
I have a gun with night-vision, double-clip, and a hot, steady beam that I use to shoot

Drop little man drop
Die, little man, die

This is not for little bitches you man or a fox
This is not for weak people, man or woman

I'm layin' in the drop, thinking of more money
I'm sitting in my convertible car, thinking about making more money

Cash money, young money
We're all about money, young and old

Take money, your money.
We take money, it doesn't matter whose money it is