Wyclef Jean - The Smack Movement Continues lyrics

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 sponsored links 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