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Fight Music

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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 prodeced 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 takin' 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 there 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.

This kind of music, use it, and you get amped to do shit
Whenever you hear some shit and you can't refuse it
It's just some shit, for these kids, to trash they rooms with
Just refuse whenever they 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 of people actin stupid

Just bring who you gon' bring on, who you gon' swing on?
I'm king kong, guns blow you to king-dom come
Show you machine gun funk
Sixteen m-16's and one pump [click-clack]
The snub in my paw, shove it in your jaw
Have you runnin out this fuckin club in your drawers
We lovin the broads, 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 been 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.

This kind of music, use it, and you get amped to do shit
Whenever you hear some shit and you can't refuse it
It's just some shit, for these kids, to trash they rooms with
Just refuse whenever they 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 of people actin stupid

It's fight music!