Fight Music

歌詞

(Chorus) This kinda music, use it and you get head to do shit Whenever you hear some shit and you can't refuse it It's just some shit for these kids to trash their rooms with Just refuse whenever they're asked to do shit The type of shit that you don't have to ask who produced it You just know that's the new shit The type of shit that causes mass confusion And drastic movement and people actin' stupid I come to every club with intention to do harm With a prosthetic arm and smellin' like Boon's Farm Hidin' under tables as soon as I hear alarms Paranoid that he'd steal from his own mom Kuniva, Kon Artis with a bomb strapped to my stomach Scream, let's get it on Unless that love to drank, drunk drive in a tank Rollin' over a bank. Cops see me faint It's drastic I'm passed my limit of coke I think I upped my high by slittin' your throat Push your baby carriage into the street Til it's minced meat, your man's been beat The minute I step foot in the street This is fight music You know why my hands is so numb? No Cause my grandmother sucked my dick and I didn't cum Smack this whore for talkin' crap. Bitch So what if she's handicapped? The bitch said Bizarre couldn't rap I fuckin' hate you. I'll take your draws down and rape you While Dr. Dre video tapes you. Hell yeah Satan got me on this song Eatin' a hot dog, readin' the hold Koran, while I'm on the John I'm tired of wearin' this yellow thong Take it back Sisqo, you know where it belongs Now here's a gun, I'll put it in your palm Now go go over there and blow off Dru Hill's arms Fuck them love songs. (Chorus) Scream who you gonna bring on or you don't swing on I'm king kong. Guns low you to king dom come Show you a machine gun, from 16, you 16, it's one pump Sluggin' my paws shove it in you jaws Have you runnin out this fuckin' club in your draws We lovin' the brawls there's nothin' to applaud But fuck it it's all good. The hood is up in the source It's fight music I'm a nigga that loves scuffles And won't hesitate to sock you again with swollen knuckles I'm like that. Catch a nigga like bear traps Blow his head back right in front of the precinct I'll slap ya free bump ya and won't speak If you step on my feet you'll get drowned in your own drink I suffocated my shrink just for talkin' Came back and fucked up his pallbearers and made them drop his coffin. It's fight music These bees I'm swinging' and stingin' em See all these niggas when I step in the club I'm bringin' em And any nigga lookin too hard we Rodney Kingin' em Balance green on him and gasolinin' him with premium Light a cigarette, flick it at him and spit it at him Hold up a picture of his family and kick it at him Blast while you right hookin' right when your wife's lookin' Fuck fight music bitch this is losin' your life music Findin' cat's in a rage with today's youth and bottle it Crush the glass with my bare hands and swallow it And spit it back in the faces of you racists and hypocrites Who think the same shit but don't say shit You Liberachi's, Versace's and you Nazi's Watch me cause you thinkin' you got me in this hot seat You mother fuckas wanna judge me cause you not me You'll never stop me. I'm top speed and you pop me? I came to save these new generations of babies From parents who fail to raise'em cause they're lazy So grow to praise me. I'm makin' em go crazy That's how I got this whole nation to embrace me And you fugazey if you think I'm gonna admit wrong I cripple any hypocrit critic I'm sicked on And this song is for any kid who gets picked on A sick song to retaliate to in this car. (Chorus) It's fight music.