The Smack Movement Continues

[Intro:]

Yea, real nigga talk

Ain't just a motherfuckin phrase

It's a motherfuckin lifestyle

Brrrrrrrap!

[Bridge:]

If you got your firearms in your hands

But your gun found safety

Fight, everybody came to fight

Everybody came to fight, everybody came to fo fo fo fo fight

If you got your firearms in your hands

But your gun found safety

Fight, everybody came to fight

Everybody came to fight, but your gun found safety

[Verse 1:]

I'm a Harlem nigga, blood line AZ, Al Porter

Niggas can't fuck with me like the massive daughter

I hit the strip, all the fiends know my name

I have the old school coke, I call it Novocain

You be Uncle Fester, light on your brain

And I'm Morticia the way a nigga hold a thing

I could have them fancy cars and them two's on

I rather have my fucking crown made out of thorns

Crucify me to God, you can try me

Come back three days later thinking they moved the body

Took my spirit form, them boys ignored him

They didn't heath the warning, now the wrath pouring on 'em

I do this for my niggas sitting on them corners

Can't get a job, felonies forever haunt them

Niggas talk warring, kicking down your door in

Till them joints draw 'em and then they all turn mourning

[Hook: x2]

If you got your firearms in your hands

But your gun found safety

Fight, everybody came to fight

Everybody came to fight, everybody came to fo fo fo fo fight

[Verse 2:]

The nickel-less, broke niggas used to a little bit

Ignorant to the dollar

Piggy back, let you follow, mama slipped into pink

Leaving pick up, she can't

All the working in the world and ain't got shit in the bank

What you think?

Shit is real, real niggas know how I feel

As your arm broad your carve knife, you ain't got skill

You buzzing, that's nothing, they fireflies

I swat them all, I'm a slaughterhouse full of cow hide

You put nothing in the box, with biscuits and hot fries

Your son gonna see chicken when he look in his pop eyes

This shit is suicide, being we, we unified

One nigga go down, get us all crucified

I know the struggle when niggas hustle to stay alive

Governor ran off, fuck it then, we creating jobs

I lay the odds to the table, labels be playing God

But it was Jesus who took the water and made it wine

Oh, I get it, fresh home, used to switching leathers

Your man told you I'm a bring it better, it's whatever

Hit the jet, hidden compartment to fit the leather

You might pick that bat up, but never pick your head up

I hope you get your spit together, get your shit together

Yeah, you won't go from doing music to a missing record

[Hook: x2]

If you got your firearms in your hands

But your gun found safety

Fight, everybody came to fight

Everybody came to fight, everybody came to fo fo fo fo fight

[Verse 3:]

Like my man said, we pull up on them 24's

Jet black, tinted, staying at the Bentley doors

In the club rose and Henney pour

The whole section drunk, we gonna need 20 more

We hit the Louis store, all I know is gimme, gimme

I recognize a fake nigga, vision 20-20

Popping Magnum V-12 engine, hear me, hear me

Beyonce face on once cent, that's a pretty penny

They say them Harlem niggas pretty boy Floyd with the hand action

Thorough borough bread, but I ain't your man... hattan

Every bar he go hard, candy cracking

Go mami, I'm an Eddie Murphy movie, you on a roll, I played everybody

The gang rewind, the thugs love,

The ladies vibe, the thugs love, the ladies fall

I feel at home in my city, that state of mind

[Hook: x2]

If you got your firearms in your hands

But your gun found safety

Fight, everybody came to fight

Everybody came to fight, everybody came to fo fo fo fo fight

Sound boy barrier

It's gonna be a sound boy barrier