This is a song about "Load"

Now concentrate until you get the juice

Locking the nine, load it up, dissing bitch crews,

A thug on drugs, a gangsta, load the chambers, it's rodney king,

Wow, umm, so tyler if you had the chance to tell him something

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Load up his nine no one defy him

And i know u cant handle this heavy lyrical load

Your bitch, she ain't laughing, but my bitch thinks it's a joke

Locking the nine, load it up, dissing bitch crews,

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes

Locking the nine, load it up, dissing bitch crews,

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

Africa and europe, it's a small world we truly neighbors

I'd never sell crack in the ghetto and don't load chambers,

Hoping that mama would sympathize cause she broke

And i know u cant handle this heavy lyrical load