YG & Nas – No Weapon Lyrics

[Chorus: YG]
No weapon formed against me should prosper
No weapon formed against me should prosper
No weapon formed against me should prosper
No weapon, no weapon, no opposition steppin’
Please protect me, Lord, my life dangerous, I rep this section
No weapon, no weapon, no Glizzy’s or Smith & Weston’s
The streets don’t love nobody, I promise I learned my lesson

[Verse 1: YG]
Protect me from the choppers, the Glockers, the oppers and the coppers
Please protect me, Lord, my life dangerous, I rip the block up
Idolizin’ movies like Scarfaces and Shottas
To cryin’ at cemeteries ’cause niggas buryin’ they partners
Gold plated, Chrome plated, black painted copper
Stay with heavy metals, but I am not a punk rocker
I’m God’s son (He God’s son), I’m God’s son (He God’s son)
I’m God’s son, what that mean? No one can stop him
I know the haters be hatin’ but they jock ’em
It’s blessings on the way, can’t let the devil block ’em
Livin’ till’ I am old as fuck, nigga tryna shock ’em
Hundred million dollar crib, gotta live to cop one (Oh)
Lord, please protect me from these hoes
They smile in my face, but stab me in the back, bro
I am from the game so I would never complain
I stuck the cross on the chain to protect me as a whole (A whole)

[Chorus: YG]
No weapon formed against me should prosper
No weapon formed against me should prosper
No weapon formed against me should prosper
No weapon, no weapon, no opposition steppin’
Please protect me, Lord, my life dangerous, I rep this section
No weapon, no weapon, no Glizzy’s or Smith & Weston’s
The streets don’t love nobody, I promise I learned my lesson

[Verse 2: YG]
Gotta see my daughter livin’, my daughter livin’
Got two of ’em, gotta have more of them
Gotta be here for sure for them
Real nigga, but I gotta be more for them
Put points on the board, gotta score for them
Gotta set ’em up for sure with Ms
When they find out I was in store for them
They gon’ know they dad is really him
Just wakin’ up in the mornin’, gotta thank God
I don’t know but last night felt kinda odd
I had a dream, I seen Slim, he was by my side
He told me somebody fuck with me, it’s gon’ be homicide
Yeah, I be talkin’ to the dead homies
I hear voices in my head tellin’ me who phony
Run up on me, nigga, you gon’ see
God’s son, so you know for me He goin’ OD
I’m God’s son, he God’s son, I’m God’s son, he God’s son
I’m God’s son, protected like eight bands ridin’ shotgun
Livin’ life, lookin’ over your shoulder, it’s not fun
Heard the opps hit the block with chops so I gotta cop one

[Chorus: YG]
No weapon formed against me should prosper
No weapon formed against me should prosper
No weapon formed against me should prosper
No weapon, no weapon, no opposition steppin’
Please protect me, Lord, my life dangerous, I rep this section
No weapon, no weapon, no Glizzy’s or Smith & Weston’s
The streets don’t love nobody, I promise I learned my lesson

[Verse 3: Nas]
To be the best
Sometimes you gotta beat the best, I’ll beat my chest
A bee’s patrollin’ on your beard, features in my flesh
Some women question of the year, will he keep his dreads?
That’s his antennas but his power reconnects
So the storm showered, his season’s next
COVID leaned him with the wheezin’ chest, took easy steps
Keys to whips, he underneath the bed on vacay
We sleep good, we know their whereabouts, we know where they stay
This AK, this safe for play-play, the only way we gon’ win
Is when I’m not in the room that you in
And you not in the rooms that I’m in
And you still in the room, comprehend
When I say you good, you can chill ’cause we solid
All I’m sayin’ is that we gotta just keep it a thousand
With each other, brother, it ain’t that serious, we got this
Ain’t gotta talk every day but we still say on the topic
But if we did make time to talk, every day we would profit
I call it outfits, pray no weapon formed against us’ll prosper