Lock & Load - MNDR, 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

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 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)