This kind of music, use it and you get amped to do Whenever you hear shit and you can't refuse it just some shit for these kids to trash they rooms with Just whenever they asked to do shit
The type of shit that you don't to ask who produced it You just know the new shit The type of shit that causes mass And movement of people actin' stupid
I come to club with intention to do harm With a prosthetic arm and smellin' Boone's Farm under tables as soon as I hear alarms Paranoid thief that'll from his own moms
Connivin' Kon, Artis a bomb Strapped to my screamin', "Let's get it on" A lush that to drink, drunk drivin' a tank Rollin' a bank, cops see me and faint
drastic, I'm past my limit of coke I I'll up my high by slittin' your throat Push your baby carriage into the street 'til it's meat Your mens been the minute I step onto your street This is fight
You know why my are so numb? No 'Cause my grandmother my dick and I didn't come, oh Smacked this whore for talkin' crap, So what if she's handicapped, the said Bizarre couldn't rap
I fuckin' you, I'll take your drawers down and rape you While Dr. Dre videotapes you, yeah Satan done got me on this Eatin' a hot dog readin' the Holy while I'm on the John
of wearin' this yellow thong Take it Sisqo, you know where it belongs, thong, thong, thong Now a gun, I'll put it in your palm Now go over there and up Dru Hill's arms, fuck your love songs
This kind of music, use it and you get amped to do Whenever you some shit and you can't refuse it It's just some shit for these kids to trash they rooms refuse whenever they asked to do shit
The type of shit that you don't have to ask who it You just that's the new shit The type of shit causes mass confusion And movement of people actin' stupid
Just bring who you bring on, who you gon' swing on? I'm King Kong, guns blow you to kingdom Show you machine gun Sixteen m-16's and one pump,
The snub in my paw, shove it in jaw Have you runnin' out this fuckin' in your drawers We the broads, there's nothin' to applaud But fuck it it's all good, the is up in The Source, it's fight music
I'm a that loves scuffles And won't to sock you again for swollen knuckles I'm that, catch a nigga like bear traps Blow his head back in front of the priest sayin', "You hear that?"
I slap freak, bump you and won't speak If you step on my feet, you get drowned in your own I suffocated my shrink just for talkin', back and fucked up His pallbearers and made 'em drop his coffin, it's music
These beads I'm swingin' is 'em See all these niggaz? I step in the club, I'm bringin' 'em If any nigga lookin' too hard, we King 'n 'em Malice green to them and 'em with premium
Light a cigarette, it at 'em or spit it at 'em Hold up a picture of his and kick it at him Blast while you right hookin', when your wife's lookin' Fuck fight music, this is losin' your life music
If I could capture the rage of today's youth and it Crush the glass from my bare and swallow it spit it back in the faces of you racists And hypocrites who think the same shit but say shit
You Liberace's, Versace's and you me 'cause you thinkin' you got me in this hot seat You motherfuckers wanna judge me 'cause not me You'll stop me, I'm top speed as you pop me
I came to save these new generations of From parents who to raise 'em 'cause they're lazy To to praise me, I'm makin' 'em go crazy That's how I got this whole to embrace me
And you fugazi if you I'ma admit wrong I cripple any hypocritic critic I'm on And this is for any kid who gets picked on A song to retaliate to and it's called
This of music, use it and you get amped to do shit Whenever you hear some shit and you refuse it It's just some shit for these to trash they rooms with refuse whenever they asked to do shit
The type of shit that you have to ask who produced it You know that's the new shit The type of shit that causes confusion And drastic movement of people actin' stupid, it's fight