This of music, use it and you get amped to do shit Whenever you some shit and you can't refuse it It's just some shit for these to trash they rooms with refuse whenever they asked to do shit
The of shit that you don't have to ask who produced it You just that's the new shit The type of that causes mass confusion And drastic movement of actin' stupid
I come to every club with intention to do With a prosthetic arm and smellin' like Boone's Hidin' tables as soon as I hear alarms thief that'll steal from his own moms
Connivin' Kon, Artis with a to my stomach screamin', "Let's get it on" A lush love to drink, drunk drivin' a tank over a bank, cops see me and faint
It's drastic, I'm past my limit of I I'll up my high by slittin' your throat your baby carriage into the street 'til it's mince meat Your mens been beat the I step onto your street is fight music
You know why my hands are so No 'Cause my sucked my dick and I didn't come, oh Smacked whore for talkin' crap, bitch So what if she's handicapped, the bitch Bizarre couldn't rap
I fuckin' hate you, I'll take your drawers and rape you While Dr. Dre videotapes you, yeah Satan done got me on this Eatin' a hot dog the Holy Quran while I'm on the John
Tired of wearin' yellow thong Take it back Sisqo, you know where it belongs, thong, thong, Now a gun, I'll put it in your palm Now go over there and blow up Dru Hill's arms, fuck your love
This of music, use it and you get amped to do shit Whenever you hear shit and you can't refuse it It's some shit for these kids to trash they rooms with Just refuse they asked to do shit
The type of shit you don't have to ask who produced it You just that's the new shit The type of shit that mass confusion And movement of people actin' stupid
bring who you gon' bring on, who you gon' swing on? I'm Kong, guns blow you to kingdom come Show you gun funk Sixteen m-16's and one pump,
The snub in my paw, it in your jaw Have you out this fuckin' club in your drawers We lovin' the broads, there's to applaud But fuck it all good, the hood is up in The Source, it's fight music
I'm a nigga that scuffles And won't to sock you again for swollen knuckles I'm like that, a nigga like bear traps Blow his head back right in front of the sayin', "You hear that?"
I slap your freak, you and won't speak If you on my feet, you get drowned in your own drink I suffocated my shrink just for talkin', came back and up His and made 'em drop his coffin, it's fight music
These beads I'm is stingin' 'em See all these niggaz? When I in the club, I'm bringin' 'em If any nigga too hard, we Rodney King 'n 'em green to them and gasolinin' 'em with premium
Light a cigarette, flick it at 'em or it at 'em up a picture of his family and kick it at him Blast while you right hookin', right when wife's lookin' Fuck fight music, bitch is losin' your life music
If I could capture the rage of youth and bottle it Crush the glass from my bare hands and it spit it back in the faces of you racists And hypocrites who think the same but don't say shit
You Liberace's, Versace's and you Watch me you thinkin' you got me in this hot seat You motherfuckers wanna me 'cause you're not me You'll never me, I'm top speed as you pop me
I came to these new generations of babies parents who failed to raise 'em 'cause they're lazy To grow to praise me, I'm 'em go crazy That's how I got this whole nation to me
And you fugazi if you think I'ma wrong I cripple any critic I'm sic'd on And this is for any kid who gets picked on A sick song to retaliate to and it's
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 kids to trash they rooms Just refuse whenever they to do shit
The type of shit that you don't have to ask who it You just know the new shit The type of shit that mass confusion And drastic movement of people stupid, it's fight music