Load The Ammo lyrics
(English Translation)

Chorus: DJ Sound, Gangsta Gold & Nigga Creep
Load the ammo, cock the trigger, pull it, mane, ain't nothin' to it
These bullets that I spray will leave your body paralyzed
Load the ammo, cock the trigger, pull it, mane, ain't nothin' to it
These bullets that I spray will leave your body paralyzed
Load the ammo, cock the trigger, pull it, mane, ain't nothin' to it
These bullets that I spray will leave your body paralyzed
Load the ammo, cock the trigger, pull it, mane, ain't nothin' to it
These bullets that I spray will leave your body paralyzed
Load the-load the ammo, cock the trigger, pull it, mane, ain't nothin' to it
These bullets that I spray will leave your body paralyzed
Bustin', bustin' in your home with my tone, pointed to your dome
There's another brother dead and gone
Load the ammo, cock the trigger, pull it, mane, ain't nothin' to it
These bullets that I spray will leave your body paralyzed
Bustin', 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
Busters 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 peers, who provoke me to leave 'em dead
Gangsta Gold, makin' 'em fold, victim of my bullet lead
Tricks who want them treats from the Gold, smoke up in their face
Down for a smack in they back, bitch, it's a murder case
Clickin' on a punk, 'cause the funk got 'em actin' up
Tailin' 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 it's my anger, settin' mouse traps
Take it to the police, nigga, if you scared, mane
Flaugin' with your pistol like a bitch, you be a dead man
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 the playas squad
Profilin' in your 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 got no name

Chorus: DJ Sound, Gangsta Gold & Nigga Creep
Load the-load the ammo, cock the trigger, pull it, mane, ain't nothin' to it
Load the ammo, cock the trigger, pull it, mane, ain't nothin' to it
These bullets that I spray will leave your body paralyzed
These bullets that I spray will leave your body paralyzed
Load the ammo, cock the trigger, pull it, mane, ain't nothin' to it
Load the ammo, cock the trigger, pull it, mane, ain't nothin' to it
Bustin', bustin' in your home with my tone, pointed to your dome
There's another brother dead and gone

Verse 2: MC Money
I commited a 1-8-7 on a punk that tryna perpetrate
Talkin' all your shit, just made me click you with my .38
Stangin' down? Nigga, please, let's go make a bloodstain
I'm MC Money, pistol packin', pullin' out them hollow thangs
Scopin' out a buster boy, loadin' up my milli' round
Step up in my face, bitch, and I'ma put you underground
A motherfuckin' AK in my hand, pointed at you, dude
If you fuck up and you cross my ground, I'ma check you, fool
Gangsta Gold is smoked out, always thinkin' evil shit
All I take is cheese, dope and ho is gonna kill you, bitch
Nigga, I know you're scared, 'cause you shakin' in your shoes
All this sweat on your head, 'cause you know, bitch, you ain't bulletproof
A gangster in effect, a real nigga on the track
A clip on my hip, and I shoot a buster 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 reachin' for my tone
Busters tend to jump, but them bitches still lame
Watch the dizzy Glock, 'cause these hollow points they got no name

Chorus: DJ Sound, Gangsta Gold & Nigga Creep
Load the-load the ammo, cock the trigger, pull it, mane, ain't nothin' to it
Load the ammo, cock the trigger, pull it, mane, ain't nothin' to it
These bullets that I spray will leave your body paralyzed
These bullets that I spray will leave your body paralyzed
Load the ammo, cock the trigger, pull it, mane, ain't nothin' to it
Load the ammo, cock the trigger, pull it, mane, ain't nothin' to it
Bustin', 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