Oh my God,
What's up?
That's my jam!
Shit just got real!

Said I'm a Brookline nigga straight out a flat bush
With a chick on my shoulder, wish a nigga would
Been nicknamed the chrome hand, cause I did it for the hood
Ain't no rappers feeling like, so make sure it's understood!
Bang-bang kids, don't make money like we should
Cross my heart, hope to die, knock on wood!
Whole in the streets shaking, but it ain't sure
It ain't hitch man, it ain't Jackass
Bang and I'm strap with the mac
Looking all shots and send the clips in the backs
'Forgot! Can't let them nigga have it
And it's devalue, the way we back at it

Hook:
Click, clack, prepare is our only fight
Death for the' we slay and serve
Click, clack, prepare is our only fight
Death for the' we slay and serve
Click, clack, prepare is our only fight
Death for the' we slay and serve
Click, clack, prepare is our only fight
Death for the' we slay and serve
Open fire!

Yeah, cool mind, collect the'
Dump me one time, paper chasing more mind
I'm banging on the front line, watching haters flat line
Promised to God a long time coming!
I know the real and the suckers who will be fronting
Work ain't moving, black ain't pumping
' young boys get the dumping
Shut down blocks, nothing personal, cousin!
Had your chance, and why now, we run this
Bad bitches fuck, wrong singing
Worth a word, bottles on deck
Kush to burn, beginning at the end.
Homie, you gonna learn!

Click, clack, prepare is our only fight
Death for the' we slay and serve
Click, clack, prepare is our only fight
Death for the' we slay and serve
Click, clack, prepare is our only fight
Death for the' we slay and serve
Click, clack, prepare is our only fight
Death for the' we slay and serve
Open fire!

My desire, reach for expire
And meantime, bring you the heat, is going ignite you
Yeah, this the ambitions of this rider
Suicidal, kamikaze pilots!
Split for the left, she roll it down my light
Man nigger, why you're trying to fight it?
Huh, audio crack for your speakers
Product like yours change appearance and features,
Feel a nigga shit, listen, let your own wish
Trying to be the front man' at this rap shit
Yeah, ya really just don't get'
We're all in, bitch!

Click, clack, prepare is our only fight
Death for the' we slay and serve
Click, clack, prepare is our only fight
Death for the' we slay and serve
Click, clack, prepare is our only fight
Death for the' we slay and serve
Click, clack, prepare is our only fight
Death for the' we slay and serve
Open fire!
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Open Fire Lyrics

Archie Bang – Open Fire Lyrics