Loaden Up chords by AP.9, C‐Bo

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Verse 1
Fm 
Very  (F minor) bad, a thug,
perhaps even almost a killer.
I had it kind of hard, shot me on my chest,
now I'm laying on the boulevard,
bleedin'
Reaching for my Rugar,
I didn't have it in,
I couldn't make it to the car
Damn, getting shot it never was the plan
I used to beat a nigga
with a fucking gun in hand
And now the tables turned,
I'm laying on my back
Refusing to die,
I'ma show you where my heart is at
Flesh in my stomach,
I know the smell of death
when it's coming
The niggas that was with me
left me there for death when was running
Man he's off brand, niggas acting tough
But when it all boils down,
I'll be calling bluff
This ghetto shit,
I love it and can't get enough
And fuck a casket
cause this little nigga standing tough
I load the 5th and cock it back
and then I bust it
You thought you caught me motherfuckers
but I'm low nuts
For the truth in this rap,
I draw two and clap
I shoot two in your front,
you have two in your back
You want a problem, you found it
Yeah, I'm the power like
big jumper cables
Hooked and grounded,
you don't wanna rap, dude
I ride around with a semi in
the backseat
You don't wanna clap, dude
It's all about the snaps,
how much money you got?
We buy straps by the crates,
yeah, we runnin' the block
No talk, we pop shit off like 4th of July
If the chop pops it off,
of course you gon' die
But more for you guys,
no, we ain't got none
So we hit with them
fully designed eagles and shotguns
Homely dump with guns,
the best won't stop,
son 2 -2 -3s, 50
With slugs and a shotgun
Slugs in the watch, son
Yeah, I stay bossin'
And beat niggas up in the club
Like Cats down in Boston
Yeah, when I'm blown up
Yeah, when I'm blown up
Yeah, when I'm blown up
You thought you got me, motherfucker
When I'm blown up
Yeah, when I'm blown up
Yeah, when I'm blown up
Yeah, when I'm blown up
You thought you got me, motherfucker
When I'm floating up,
when I'm floating up, I'm letting off in
I bet the smack I left will put
you in your coffin
The fruit of the game, the mob,
we know I'm off, man
Bbm 
Fm 
 (B flat minor) And   never  (F minor) slipping when I'm dipping,
bullets tossing
I'm known for the tech,
aiming for the dome of the neck
I left the murder zone
dumping on his head with the hatch
The barrel is long, shooting
and I'm knowing I'm wrong
I got an AK -47 right in front of your home
Now I'm out here setting the tone
I'm on the block with a hot -shot flex
and they knowin' I'm not a
I'm not a sucker to the game of the gun
I'm the gang that's gunnin' with it
In a car full of slugs with a drum,
I'm done with it
Shootin' them knifes, I can't quit
I keep on hittin' like I'm rollin' a dice
You pay the price when
you're fuckin' with mines
They be braggin' on they blocks
so fuckin' much
Look on they blocks when they die
When blown up, yeah
When I'm blown up, yeah
When I'm blown up, yeah
When I'm blown up
You thought you got me, motherfuckers,
but I'm blown up, yeah
When I'm blown up, yeah
When I'm blown up, yeah
When I'm low enough
You thought you got me, motherfuckers,
but I'm low enough
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