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Loaded Lux

"The Smack Movement Continues"

[Intro:]
Yea, real n*gga talk
Ain't just a motherf*ckin phrase
It's a motherf*ckin 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*gga, blood line AZ, Al Porter
n*ggas can't f*ck 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 n*gga hold a thing
I could have them fancy cars and them two's on
I rather have my f*cking 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*ggas sitting on them corners
Can't get a job, felonies forever haunt them
n*ggas 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*ggas 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*t in the bank
What you think?
sh*t is real, real n*ggas 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 biscuits and hot fries
Your son gonna see chicken when he look in his pop eyes
This sh*t is suicide, being we ain't unified
One n*gga go down, get us all crucified
I know the struggle when n*ggas hustle to stay alive
Governor ran out, f*ck 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*t 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*gga, 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*ggas 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

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