Fight

[Hook] FIGHT! Huh? Nigga who you talkin to? (YOU!) Me? Well bitch what you wanna do? (What you wanna do?) What's up then? What ever nigga, fuck these mics (Everybody come outside, King Gordys gonna fight!) Hit 'em Kick 'em Punch 'em Stomp 'em Hit 'em Kick 'em Punch 'em Stomp 'em Hit 'em Kick 'em Punch 'em Stomp 'em Hit 'em Kick 'em Punch 'em Stomp 'em [Verse 1] Not you just brought this ass whoopin on yourself, y'all Rockin the shit outta his left jaw This is my best brawl Trynna tear his head off We in the slums beefin Walk in around in a circle than come to swingin Now his gums is bleedin Niggas breathin heavy Aimin for his fuckin eyes trynna leave it swellin Two niggas mean and sweaty And we gettin it on Combination of fists is thrown Switchin blows To hit up down at his toes My shit is black and his blue. Puttin in ransom in moves Had him in a head lock, shit, even tackled him too I'm intending on winning, cause bitch I'm badder than you Kickin flows while I'm fightin, bitch I'm still battlin you And I'll hit you with punch lines Well I'll punch his lights out And I suggest you not start To try shit with this large Nigga who got them braids stickin up. E, we will stick you up Stated out as a battle, but ended with you gettin punched [Hook] Huh? Nigga who you talkin to? (YOU!) Me? Well bitch what you wanna do? (What you wanna do?) What's up then? What ever nigga, fuck these mics (Everybody come outside, King Gordys gonna fight!) Hit 'em Kick 'em Punch 'em Stomp 'em Hit 'em Kick 'em Punch 'em Stomp 'em Hit 'em Kick 'em Punch 'em Stomp 'em Hit 'em Kick 'em Punch 'em Stomp 'em [Verse 2] (Hey King Gordy, niggas off they better end fuckin with yo brother They told him fuck you and your mother, I think they finna jump him.) What? Now we ten deep in the Monte Carlo Flyin up Van Dyke. Drivin faster than the car can go Now usually I don't do this I'm 23 - finna go fuck up some high school kids Now we in front of the gate. Oh what a wonderful day Hopin right out just as my brother gets punched in the face Oh, but the odds ain't even. Oh they fourteen deepn But when my squad get to swingin the entourage started creeping Leaving they homies and they best friends to get they ass beat Laid off, out in the street And now it's down to one. Stomp the shit outta him Do not stop kickin him. Keep hittin him until the cops come I don't give a fuck. A victim to the streets or the microphone Students, bitches, MCs, you'll all get fired on! [Hook] Hit 'em Kick 'em Punch 'em Stomp 'em Hit 'em Kick 'em Punch 'em Stomp 'em Hit 'em Kick 'em Punch 'em Stomp 'em Hit 'em Kick 'em Punch 'em Stomp 'em [Interlude] Bitch... What's up then bitch? Bitch ass nigga. What? Bitch ass nigga Bitch. Bitch. (Ohh) Bitch. Bitch. (Ohh... I'm gonna get my gun!) [Verse 3] Oh since we wooped your ass you wanna get mad and grab the mag and blast? Stop that, you ain't ready for combat These hollows hotter than lava, she borrowin your binoculars Knockin you out your socks and your ass into a coffin, son You don't want no hood beef, we ain't wit it Shouldn'ta gave hard looks at me a mean grins But you had to take it to that other Now your face is fucked up Bustin 'Ks at your mother, put a gauge to your brother I ain't sympathetic; nigga fuck your homies, I ain't sweatin it I got turrets that will get them wet in less than 7 seconds You don't need it from us You should just be glad beef ain't from us But you bringin beef, so what up? You and your peeps'll get fucked up You'll get your crazy ass nuckled, go catch your brother Got bullets for each one of ya Your mother just had ya cousin The only family man, blastin all of ya kin Smacked up all of ya friends, hell naw there ain't no end THIS IS BEEF NIGGA!