Lock & Load (feat. Killer Mike)

Boys and girls in the front get your guns out Got heart, got style, got a lot of mouth Do ya, do ya? Do ya, do ya? It's full now, Perplex what they talk about Bust another shot, show me whatcha talkin' 'bout Do ya, do ya? Do ya, do ya? Do ya? Lock & load, fire Lock & load, fire Lock & load, fire Lock & load, fire Oh, stand your ground Wait for it now, standin' your ground Oh, stand your ground When bombs rain down, they're comin' for you Fire, fire (comin' for you) Fire, fire (comin' for you) Fire, fire (comin' for you) Fire, fire (comin' for you) Shit's fucked up said the cards of the tarot Now I know my DNA match with the pharaoh I exact revenge at the end of a barrel Eyes on the prize, it's the young black sparrow Ey, I cannot be stifled, grippin' on the rifle Team movin' through the concrete jungle like we tribal Cause life's a vicious cycle, as toddlers, played with Tyco Now we robbers goin' psycho and shootin' at our rivals Black suit like the minister, Marvin with the carbon Yeah, sucker came to finish ya, AR handler AK manager, make 'em shoot and harm 'em And now who the fuck gon' handle 'em? Principle and pistols on these pussies in Atlanta bro Please man when I pull it in I pray the bullet damage ya I'm a bad black bastard Til I'm in a casket, a bully with a fully in a Buick on some baskets Gymnastics how the bullets got these bitches doin' backflips Oh, stand your ground Wait for it now, standin' your ground Oh, stand your ground When bombs rain down, they're comin' for you Fire, fire (comin' for you) Fire, fire (comin' for you) Fire, fire (comin' for you) Fire, fire (comin' for you)