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Lyrics
Hook:
Kid 1: You wanna fight?
Kid 2: You don't wanna fight.
Kid 1: You wanna fight?
Kid 2: You don't wanna fight.
Kid 1: You wanna fight?
Kid 2: You don't wanna fight.
You don't, you don't, you don't, you don't wanna fight.
Verse 1:
Guns down, gloves on, 'cause the fight's on.
in the middle of the ring, with all of the lights on.
Make sure my mics on, hope ya cats hear me straight.
Punch lines, like my uppercut, make you levitate.
I float like a cloud, sting like a ruger.
I'm all up in your nightmares, call me Freddy Krueger.
I move like Mike did, call me a smooth criminal.
A little diabolical, on the verge of cynical.
My left jab is critical, can't forget the haymaker.
Lay a n***a on his back, send him back to his maker.
You lame n***as, 2Face is on the rise again,
Couple combinations make sure you'll never rise again.
You're a falling star, I'm more like an astroid,
Hit you so hard in the gut, make ya bowels void.
Ill.. By now, you know I'm nasty.
I'm so college prep, dumb n***as can't pass me.
(Hook)
Verse 2:
Round two, we getting closer to knock out.
After round one, I'm about to put ya lights out.
Tell ya corner be prepared- get the ice out.
After a swift right - ya legs gonna give out.
Ya wobble, wobble, wobble, I drop ya like it's hot.
I take you back before I did, show me what you got.
I was in the hood, strapped, selling what I got
You n***as is tone deaf, how you gonna know what's hot.
I've been doing this, I'm a certified hustler.
You should come see me, if you're trying to be a customer.
'Cause when it comes to the hands, I'm hands on.
And all ya'll do is get bloody... tampons.
I'm dropping bomb after bomb, maycomb.
I'll make you see pitch black, even with the lights on.
Wooo. I'm hot, and I ain't flame on.
Imagine what I'll do if incinerators on.
(Hook)
Verse 3:
It's round three, now you really fighting for your life.
It's too late now, 'cause your vision ain't right.
You can't dodge the left, you can't duck the right.
One direct blow to the head and it's good night.
You take flight every time, da kid land a punch.
Call me captain crunch, make you have your teeth for lunch.
I'm talking long mornings, and late nights.
If this is the underwater kindgom, I'm the great white.
I stay hype, zoning in the corner by myself.
Focus on putting my oppponents heads on the shelf.
I am the champ, so nobody leaving with the belt.
I'm a lone wolf, so I never cared how a n***a felt.
So, you can get dealt, like a deck of cards.
Straight play your position, we know you ain't hard.
I'm the king in this rap game, you're a pawn.
You just got mowed over- white people lawn.
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