Kyreese And Coney – Reloaded lyrics

(Verse 1)
Used to be Rolling Up Trees on 32nd Street,
Now I'm Making the Hard Cash from these Tight Beats,
Used to be a Street Heat,
Used to be a Crazy Mother Fucker on the Block With But a Glock,
Now I Still Shock,
Still on the Block,
Still with a Glock but now I'm Shooting Up Your Spot,
With Blowing Guns to Your Place,
Compton, South Central, Hollywood,
Let Me Get a Taste,
And You Can Get Some of this Gangsta Love,
From One of the World's Finest Gangsta Thugs,
And Before We Fuck,
I Need to Spend Some of these Dollars,
I Gave You a Look So Why Don't You Holla

(Chorus: Coney)
Reloaded Reloaded, Mother Fucka Reloaded, Reloaded Reloaded, Motha Fucka Reloaded

(Verse 2: Coney)
Yo I'm Reloaded Back in Action,
Got that Palm Full of Shells,
Its that Fatal Attraction,
I Put your Bitches in Pieces,
This is the Story Mother Fucking Thesis,
I Got My Bullets in the Army,
So When Other Mother Fuckers Roll Up they Won't Alarm Me,
Don't Come On My Turf,
You Know I'm Packing Heat I'll Blast Your Guts All Over the Street,
We Might Get Caugh up in a Crossfire,
We'll Kill You If Your Tapped With a Wire,
We Packing Chrome to Chrome,
Have you Running Back to Your Home,
Its Like Herby Fully Loaded,
You Eating So Many Bullets Your Stomach's Getting Bloated,

(Chorus)

(Outro)
This is For All My Gangsters Out There... Reloaded... In the Street