I`ll Fight Lyrics

I`ll Fight lyrics

(*talking*)

DJ Bull, Dirty 3rd Records, Freestyle Kingz

FK2K3, all freestyles, this how it go down

Dirty South style, right now I'ma unleash the Kingz

What's up



[Hook]

Put your hands up, when D3 come through

When we standing face to face, what you gonna do

Put your hands up, when D3 come through

If you make one move, then your ass is screwed

You wanna box I'll swang, say bitch I'll fight

If you miss with the left, then catch him with the right

You wanna box I'll swang, say bitch I'll fight

Break him down like a fraction, if he got a lot of hype



[Big Ake]

See you might see me with a gun in my hand, dangerous man

Get pissed off start tripping, and go bust in your clan

What in the fuck these niggaz thinking, when they mention my name

Did I mention I will swang, and fuck up your brain

When I rap I spit flames, so the mic gon burn

Knock a nigga ass out, then tell your partna you turned

Dunk a hater in gasoline, just like a shirt

Fire him up like a blunt, then smoke one when he burn

It's my term best believe, I gotta live my dream

Get the head up at all time, I got high self esteem

And nan nigga can take it, like my nuts is here

I spit shit for your brain, so listen good with your ear

And I ain't playing with this track, I know you niggaz can tell

I'm like a nerd there go the class, I just can't fail

Been about having money, and that shit that bling

My rhymes addictive, they leave fans begging like fiends



[Hook]



[Lil Sho]

Fuck Uncle Sam, I don't pay no taxes

Beat his ass so bad, his funeral was closed casket

If Ake box then I box, if I box then Redd box

With all these hard hitters, somebody ass gon get dropped

Don't hate on my click, cause we all ball

Get your ass racked up, like a set of pool balls

Leave you hanging in a tree, thirty feet above the ground

The paramedics gon need a ladder, just to get your ass down

Fucking with me, get your ass beat up

Throw a nigga in the trunk, and crank the beat up

If I pull out my guns, I'll make you put the heat up

Put a hole in your ass, your partna's scared to speak up

Knock you one more time, your heart rate speed up

The newspaper where you at, now people read up

Now my work is done, time to fire the weed up

Everybody know the youngster, Lil Sho's g'd up



[Hook]



[Sir Coop]

It's Sir Coop-a, nigga I'm a thug recruiter

Go scarring full of niggaz, that ain't scared to shoot you

Go on strike if you like, cause this snake gon rattle

If it's beef in the Tex, it better be cattle

Trying to stop my blow, if your nuts hang low

Cause real thugs get down on the flo', and I'm a pro

Big Wide on the drama, the peace I kept

But niggaz steady talking shit, trying to boost they rep

DSR holla back, if you feel this shit

I got a plan for them haters, so let's make this hit

I'm a G, bitch you don't believe gonna see

Not a thing for the 3, to have you got in these streets

Ain't no need to run son, cause you gon get chased

Pull my pistol like Marcus, I'll color your face

Now who the fuck it's gon be, partna you or me

My niggaz answer that shit (C double O-P)



[Hook]



[Chalie]

I'm not a warrior, but bitch I'll fight

Your sight may seem bright, until I bite your light

The rap game to run from, from your stepson

Get endorsement checks, before I wreck or step on

The crack the weapon, I pack in a black coat

Leaving you caught up like a nut, in the back of a fat coat

That's a bad joke, but no disrespect

No discrimination for people, play me in they deck

I came to wreck this crew, boys done pissed me

Off, for thinking I'm some kind of fucking sissy

I suggest you tell, your mama don't miss the

News, leaving your child abused, burnt and crispy

Beep beep between those, that beef with me

OG CB, you hoes won't see me

One on one, I'll just love to squab you son

Or should I say honey bun, you broads is done



[Hook]



(*talking*)

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