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Fight Music (战歌) (Explicit) - D-12

This kind of music use it

And you get amped to do sh*t

Whenever you hear some sh*t

And you can't refuse it

It's just some sh*t

For these kids

To trash they rooms with

Just refuse whenever

They asked to do sh*t

The type of sh*t that you don't

Have to ask who produced it

You just know that's the new sh*t

The type of sh*t that

Causes mass confusion

And drastic movement of

People actin stupid

I come to every club with

Intention to do harm

With a prosthetic arm and

Smelling like Boone's Farm

Hiding under tables

As soon as I hear alarms

Paranoid thief that'll steal

From his own moms

Conniving Kon

Artis with a bomb

Strapped to my stomach screaming

"Let's get it on "

A lush that love to drink

Drunk driving a tank

Rollin over a bank

Cops see me and faint

It's drastic

I'm past my limit of coke

I think I'll up my high

By slitting your throat

Push your baby carriage into the street

'Til it's mince meat

Your mens been beat the minute

I step onto your street

This is fight music

You know why my hands are so numb (No)

Cause my grandmother sucked

My d**k and I didn't cum (oh)

Smacked this whore for talking crap (b**ch)

So what if she's handicapped

The b**ch said Bizarre couldn't rap

I f**king hate you;

I'll take your drawers down and R**e you

While Dr Dre videotapes you (hell yeah )

Satan done got me on this song

Eating a hot dog reading the Holy Qu'ran

While I'm on the john

Tired of wearing 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 over there and

Blow up Dru Hill's arms

F**k your love songs

This kind of music use it

And you get amped to do sh*t

Whenever you hear some sh*t

And you can't refuse it

It's just some sh*t

For these kids

To trash they rooms with

Just refuse whenever

They asked to do sh*t

The type of sh*t that you don't

Have to ask who produced it

You just know that's the new sh*t

The type of sh*t 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

The snub in my paw

Shove it in your jaw

Have you running out this

F**king club in your drawers

We loving the broads

There's nothing to applaud

But f**k it it's all good

The hood is up in The Source

It's fight music

I'm a ni**a that loves scuffles

And won't hesitate to sock

You again for swollen knuckles

I'm like that

Catch a ni**a like bear traps

Blow his head back right in front of

The precinct saying

"You hear that "

I slap your freak

Bump you and won't speak

If you step on my feet

You get drowned in your own drink

I suffocated my shrink just for talking

Came back

And f**ked up his pallbearers

And made 'em drop his coffin

It's fight music

These beads I'm swinging is stinging 'em

See all these niggaz

When I step in the club

I'm bringing 'em

If any ni**a looking too hard

We Rodney King'n em

Malice green to them and

Gasolinin 'em with premium

Light a cigarette

Flick it at 'em or spit it at 'em

Hold up a picture of his family

And kick it at him

Blast while you right hooking

Right when your wife's looking

F**k fight music

B**ch this is losing your life music

If I could capture the rage of

Today's youth and bottle it

Crush the glass from my bare

Hands and swallow it

Then spit it back in

The faces of you racists

And hypocrites who think

The same sh*t but don't say sh*t

You Liberace's Versace's

And you nazis

Watch me cause you thinking

You got me in this hot seat

You motherf**kers wanna JUDGE

Me cause you're NOT me

You'll never STOP me

I'm TOP speed as you POP me

I came to save these new

Generations of babies

From parents who failed to

Raise 'em cause they're lazy

To grow to praise me

I'm makin 'em go crazy

That's how I got this whole

Nation to embrace me

And you fugazi if you think

I'ma admit wrong

I cripple any hypocritic

Critic I'm sic'd on

And this song is for any

Kid who gets picked on

A sick song to retaliate to

And it's called

This kind of music use it

And you get amped to do sh*t

Whenever you hear some sh*t

And you can't refuse it

It's just some sh*t

For these kids

To trash they rooms with

Just refuse whenever

They asked to do sh*t

The type of sh*t that you don't

Have to ask who produced it

You just know that's the new sh*t

The type of sh*t that

Causes mass confusion

And drastic movement of

People actin stupid

It's fight music