Reload The Wesson (feat. Twista)

I tried everything, but they never listen

Gotta admit it, I got the game in submission

Got everybody's attention

I know the truth and I am not kidding

Already finished, you start back at the beginning

How am I already winning

How am I already winning

How am I already winning

I'm going in but I'm off it

[?]

I know the guy in the cockpit

Drinks on me tonight

Too many songs, never hollowed

All these drugs, never overdosed

You better pay all what you [?]

Pray to the Holy Ghost

One more time, make a toast

This is the life you chose

I saw you out, you froze

I got my boys on the road that will follow you home

I can tell you got a bottomless soul

I keep it clean like I'm body and soul

Living my dream like I still have [?]

But I'm more awake than a lot of you folk

I'm just a misfit needin' some whisky

Soon as it hits me, I'm gettin' tipsy

I'll be a legend if they ever kill me

Press in your head, just tell 'em to bill me

I could care less if they ever feel it

Gotta say something, you better spill it

Send in a pack and they always seal it

Can't trust anybody, they might steal it

Better take caution, you [?]

Whoever's talkin', they better stop

Get someone to pop 'em while they out jogging

Now with the bag, I'm feelin' like Santa

Rockin', now Santana

I could pull up in the Phantom

I don't need any attention

Got to reload my presecription

Time to reload the Wesson

I feel like I'm in a Western

I done check into the Western

Time to reload the Wesson

I feel like I'm in a Western

I done check into the Western

Time to reload the Wesson

I feel like I'm in a Western

I done check into the Western

Now that I got you to give me your attention

I be hopin' you keep it positive, I don't want there to be tension

'Cause I'm not gonna start defending

What come out the Smith & Wesson will sling you into another dimension

And you better show me that you got the point

Because if I think you ain't get it then you gon' have to get the hollow-point

'Cause what I'm finna spark, it's not a joint

And when I walk in the room, they see me, you ain't even gotta point

And when we get together, ain't nobody fuckin' with us

Show nothing but love or you can spill a bucket of blood

Causin' a ruckus, it'll get ugly if I touch it so fuck it, I gotta tuck it or knuckle up in the club

Buckle up, I'm about to get busy

Better be ready for the phenomenal feat that I am about to produce

I got the juice, I got the proof, I am the truth

I got the loop, I got the coupe, and I get loose

When I am wit' Aaron we starin' 'em right in the face [?] murderer [?] rhythm

And if he enter my area over the barrier then I'ma show 'em why somebody better be comin' to get 'em

And I be teachin' 'em a lesson

Come up out of this alive and it'll really be a blessing

I eat 'em up like a delicatessen

Semi-automatic flows when I reload the Wesson

Twista