Lil Cuete

Lil Cuete - I'm Loading Up My Gun

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Pushin For The Cuete Cuz They Coming Out Blasting

Leavin Mutha Fuckas Getting Buried In Thier Casket

Why Is It This Way

Living That Crazy Life Everyday Everyday

Is The Same Old Way Getting Blazed

Catching The Specifict Coming Down The Wrong Way

On The One Way Street

Packin Heat

Bald And Creased

Call The Police

Cuz You Know There’s Gonna Be Another Fuckin Muerte

To Balazos From My Cuete

357 Magnam

Cuz His Toe Tag Is Stickin Out The Body Bag

Til We Shot The Spot

So We Don’t Get Caught, Revolver So I Keep My Shells, Keep My Shells,

No Witnesses, So No One Tells, No One Tells

That’s How It Is When You Livin That Crazy Life

You Might Live Today But Might Die Tonight So I Ain’t Goin Out Without A Fight

Got My Target In My Sight

Put My Cuete Put Tight And I Lightem Up

Cuz I Don’t Give A Fuck

Cuz Every Walkero I Know Is Sick

Stackinem Up

None Of My Homies Are Giving A Fuck

Down For Whatever Your Body Or Several Whenever I’ll Never Show Weakness

So When You Fuck With Me

Its Time For My Balas To Meet Your Destiny For Testing Me

I’m Loading Up My Gun

I Got You Levas On The Run

I’m Loading Up My Gun

Tonight’s Gonna Get Done

Cuz I’m Ready For That Confrontation

Erasing On Time Be Racing Or Lacing

I’m Missing My Kids Cuz My

Hand Is On My Cuete Cuz

Its Me And That’s The Way Its Gotta Be

So I Be Ready For My Enemy I Pack An Extra Ammunition

You Trip On The Bala That I’m Wishin If You Wanna Be The Loser’n The Competition

Keep On Wishin

You Tried To Test Me Why

Did You Think I Was Gonna Back Down It’s Too Late

Let’s Test Your Faith

How Many Balas You Think You Could Take

Make No Mistake

Cuz I Never Roll Fake

You Might Not Be Dead But Your Body Will Ache

Your Homie Is Standing There Watching You Shake

Tippin That Tab And I’m Starting Our Bake

Trippin Out That I Stand Blasting

All Of You Bitches Putting Your Word

You Wishin And Wishin But Wishes Don’t Work

In The Real Life You Might Think You Crazy But What Are You Now

Getting Placed Underground

So I Piss On Your Grave Cuz I know You Insane

So Let’s See Who’s First

To Ride In The Hurse

You Think That You’re Deadly I’m Worse

Smoking That Sweet And I Don’t Give A Fuck What You Think

Killer Instinct

Blasting These Levas Until They’re Extinct

Watching Me Creep

Put’em To Sleep

Bury Those Bodies Six Feet Deep

Where Ther Never To Be Found

Smokin A Pound A Week

Watching My Back Without Even A Blink

Always Got One Loaded In The Chamber

Releasing My Anger

Cuz These Suckas Get Me Pissed

Whenever They’re Fucking With This

Number One Gun

That Son Of A Gun

So You Know That I’m Ready

Holdin It Steady

Getting Revenge, Cuz Were Just Getting Ready

On The Serio Side

Takin You Out Cuz I Don’t Give A Fuck If I Die

I’m Loading Up My Gun

I Got You Levas On The Run

I’m Loading Up My Gun

Tonight’s Gonna Get Done

Cuz I’m Ready For That Confrontation

Erasing On Time Be Racing Or Lacing

I’m Missing My Kids Cuz My

Hand Is On My Cuete Cuz

Its Me And That’s The Way Its Gotta Be

So I Be Ready For My Enemy I Pack An Extra Ammunition

You Trip On The Bala That I’m Wishin If You Wanna Be The Loser’n The Competition

Keep On Wishin

I Am What I Am And That’s All That I Am

So I See My Grandmother To Hem My Pants

Crease, Posted Up In My Gangster stand

Heres Your Chance For Your To Go Battle With One Way Loko With Tats On His Chest.

There’s Only One Way About

It In The Back Smoking The Sky Is Cloudy

My Little Sick Dog

Is Poping One Off.

My Gun In Your Mouth

And You’re Starting To Cough, You’re Gasping For Air

But Still I Don’t Care

Cuz You Were Thinking It’s Crazy To Stare

But You Soon Found Out

When I Laid You Out

Got Another Murder Under My Bow

Cuz Ima Sick Ass Walkero From The South

East Los Norwalk Is My Home

Where I’m From

Where I Roam

Getting Stoned

Because Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk

And Nothing But The Walking Get Me

Its Time To See

Who Is Here But It Aint For Free

Doin Pay Your Vida

Homie Mira

Cuz I Aint Playin No Games

If You Wanna Come Bang Lest's Bang

Lets See Which One Of Us Could Hang

But It Aint No Thang

All Of My Perros Are Brought Up The Same

Crazy Insane

Barrio Norwalk Los One Way Gang

I’m Loading Up My Gun

I Got You Levas On The Run

I’m Loading Up My Gun

Tonight’s Gonna Get Done

Cuz I’m Ready For That Confrontation

Erasing On Time Be Racing Or Lacing

I’m Missing My Kids Cuz My

Hand Is On My Cuete Cuz

Its Me And That’s The Way Its Gotta Be

So I Be Ready For My Enemy I Pack An Extra Ammunition

You Trip On The Bala That I’m Wishin If You Wanna Be The Loser’n The Competition

Keep On Wishin

I’m Loading Up My Gun

I Got You Levas On The Run

I’m Loading Up My Gun

Tonight’s Gonna Get Done

I’m Loading Up My Gun

Smoking Blunts To Get Spun

I’m Loading Up My Gun

Cuz Tonight’s Gonna Get Done

Wont Leave Til I Get One

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