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 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
I'm a Harlem n***a, blood line AZ, Al Porter
n***as can't f** with me like the ma**ive 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 n***a hold a thing
I could have them fancy cars and them two's on
I rather have my f**ing crown made out of thorns
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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 hear the warning, now the wrath pouring on 'em
I do this for my n***as sitting on them corners
Can't get a job, felonies forever haunt them
n***as talk warring, kicking down your door in
Till them joints draw 'em and then they all turn mourning
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 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
The nickel-less, broke n***as 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 sh** in the bank
What you think?
sh** is real, real n***as know how I feel
As your arm broad your carve knife, you ain't got sk**
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 sh** is suicide, being we, we unified
One n***a go down, get us all crucified
I know the struggle when n***as hustle to stay alive
Governor ran off, f** 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 sh** together
Yeah, you won't go from doing music to a missing record
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 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
Had my man Cery 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 n***a, 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 n***as pretty boy Floyd with the hand action
Thorough borough bread, but I ain't your man, hacking
Every bar he go hard candy cracking
Go mami, I'm an Eddie Murphy movie, you on a roll, I played everybody
The gang ' the thugs love, the ladies fall, the thugs love, the ladies fall
I feel at home in my city, that state of mine
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 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
Sound bar barrier
It's gonna be a sound bar barrier