Murda Mook - The Smack Movement Continues lyrics

[Intro:] Yea, real n***a talk Ain't just a motherf**in phrase It's a motherf**in 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 n***a, blood line AZ, Al Porter n***as can't f** with me like the ma**a 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 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 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 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 n***as 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 sh** in the bank What you think? sh** is real, real n***as know how I feel As your arm bright your car nice, you ain't got sk** 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 biscuits and hot fries Your son gonna see chicken when he look in his pop eyes This sh** is suicide, being we ain't unified One n***a go down, get us all crucified I know the struggle when n***as hustle to stay alive Governor ran out, 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 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 sh** together Yeah, you won't go from doing music to a missing record [Hook: x2] 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 [Verse 3: Smack White] 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 n***a, vision 20-20 Popping Magnum V-12 engine, hemi hemi Beyonce face on once cent, that's a pretty penny [Verse 4: Loaded Lux] They say them Harlem n***as 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 [Hook: x2] 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