Fight Lyrics - King Gordy

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[Chorus]
FIGHT!
Huh? Nigga who you talkin to? (YOU!)
Me? Well xxxxx what you wanna do? (What you wanna do?)
What's up then? What ever nigga, xxxx 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 xxx whoopin on yourself, y'all
Rockin the xxxx 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
Niggaz breathin heavy
Aimin for his xxxxxx eyes trynna leave it swellin
Two niggaz mean and sweaty
And we gettin it on
Combination of fists is thrown
Switchin blows
to hit up down at his toes
My xxxx 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 xxxxx I'm badder than you
Kickin flows while I'm fightin, xxxxx 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 xxxx 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

[Chorus]
Huh? Nigga who you talkin to? (YOU!)
Me? Well xxxxx what you wanna do? (What you wanna do?)
What's up then? What ever nigga, xxxx 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, niggaz off they better end xxxxxx with yo brother
They told him xxxx 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 xxxx 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 xxx beat
Laid off, out in the street
And now it's down to one. Stomp the xxxx 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!

[Chorus]
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? xxxxx xxx nigga. What? xxxxx xxx nigga
Bitch. Bitch. (Ohh) Bitch. Bitch. (Ohh... I'm gonna get my gun!)

[Verse 3]
Oh since we wooped your xxx 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 xxx 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 xxxx 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 xxx 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!

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