King Gordy - Fight lyrics

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

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

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

(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!

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

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)

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!