(Ft. Killer Mike)
Boys and girls in the front get your gums out
Got hot, got style, got a lot of mouth
Do you? Do you, do you?
It's full now put plex what they talk about
Bust another shot, show me what you talking bout
Do you? Do you, do you?
Do you? Do you, do you?
Lock & load, fire! Lock & load, fire!
Lock & load, fire! Lock & load, fire!
Lock & load, fire! Lock & load, fire!
Lock & load, fire! Lock & load, fire!
Oh when you go and you're cold
Wait for the load
Same thing all over
Oh staying under
When the bombs went down
They're coming for you
Fire, fire, fire, fire!
Shit's fucked up, say the cards of tarot
I ain't know my DNA match with the pharaoh
I exec revenge at the end of a barrel
Eyes on the prize it's the young black sparrow
Hey I cannot be stifled, griping on the rifle
Team moving through the concrete jungle like we tribal
'Cause life's a vicious cycle, and topless play with tico
Now we robbers going psycho, and shooting at our rivals
Black suits like the minister, mobbing with the carbon yeah
Sucker came to finish her
Ak manager, make them shoot an army
And then who the fuck will handle her?
Press to pulling pistols on these pussies in Atlanta boy
Please man when I pull it in
I play to pull in damage on
I'm a bad black bastard
Till I'm in the casket
I pully with a fully in a Buick on some baskets
It's elastic how the bullies got these bitches doing backflips
Oh when you go and you're cold
Wait for the load
Same thing all over
Oh staying under
When the bombs went down
They're coming for you
Fire, fire, fire, fire!
