Wyclef Jean, Murda Mook, Loaded Lux, Smack White - The Smack Movement Continues lyrics

Yea, real nigga talk
Ain't just a motherfuckin phrase
It's a motherfuckin lifestyle smmmddddaackk!

If you got your firearms in your hands
Put your gun 'pon 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
Put your gun 'pon safey
Fight, everybody came to fight
Everybody came to fight
Put your gun 'pon safety

I'm a Harlem nigga, blood line AZ, Al Porter
Niggas can't fuck with me
Like the massa 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 head 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 Mormon

If you got your firearms in your hands
Put your gun 'pon safety
Fight, everybody came to fight
Everybody came to fight
Everybody came to fo fo fo fo fight x2

The nickel less
Broke niggas used to a little bit
Ignorant to the dollar
Piggy back, let you follow
Mama slipped in the paint
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 bright your car nice
You ain't got skill
Who buzzing, that's nothing, they loud flies
I swat them all
I'm a slaughterhouse full of cow hide
You put nothing in the box
But biscuit's and hot fries
Your son gonna see chicken when he
Look in his pop eyes
This shit is suicide, being we ain't unified
One nigga go down, get us all crucified
I know the struggle when niggas
Hustle to stay alive
Governor ran out, 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 brick or better
It's whatever
Hit the Jetta, hidden compartment
Flip the leather
You might pick that bread 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
If you got your firearms in your hands
Put your gun 'pon safety
Fight, everybody came to fight
Everybody came to fight
Everybody came to fo fo fo fo fight

Like my man said, we pull up on them 24's
Jet black tint, stare at the Bentley doors
In the club Rosé 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, hemi hemi
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 hatton
Every bar he go hard, cannon 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 vibe
I feel at home in my city, that state of mind

If you got your firearms in your hands
Put your gun 'pon 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