[Intro:] Yea, real nigga talk Ain't just a motherfuckin phrase It's a motherfuckin lifestyle Smmmddddaackk! [Bridge: Wyclef Jean] 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 [Verse 1: Murda Mook] 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 [Hook: Wyclef Jean] 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 [Verse 2: Loaded Lux] The nickel-less, broke niggas used to a little bit Ignorant to the dollar Piggy back, let you follow, mama slipped in the paint
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