[Chorus]

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



[Verse 1]

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

Niggaz breathin heavy

Aimin for his fuckin 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 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



[Chorus]

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



[Verse 2]

(Hey King Gordy, niggaz 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!



[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? Bitch ass nigga. What? Bitch ass nigga

Bitch. Bitch. (Ohh) Bitch. Bitch. (Ohh... I'm gonna get my gun!)



[Verse 3]

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!