[ Featuring 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 f*cked up said the cards of the tarot
They ain't 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
Aye, 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 f*ck 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)
