Horseshoe Gang - Fightin' Words lyrics

[Hook: Julius] Muhf**a, them fightin' words What the f** you say to me? Nah, what the f** you say to me? Muhf**a, them fightin' words Trynna mouth-off n***a Slap yo' f**in' mouth off n***a Homeboy them is fightin' words You ol' b**h a**, ho a**, trick a** Mark a**, soft a**, f** a** f*ggot a** n***a poppin' sh** when I ain't around Go sit yo' sissy a** down... [Verse 1: Kenny] Yo, I fight the urge to make you bite the curb You wanna go? Well, a'ight then, word; fightin' words Don't light my herb? n***a, those fightin' words I can't work without my fire yo, fireworks You don't want beef, get the f** back The only thing swingin' on me is my nut sack I'll hit you with two to the chin And that's some sh** you not used to defendin' I'll have ya head spinnin' like hallucinogenics You can see me? If you believe that do it I'll box a n***a up, call me Ali's ab[?] With these jabs, a n***a face I'll leave black-bluish I'll put the paws on you, call me Eve's tattooist, man I got a hole I'm a put you in Right after this chokehold I'm a put you In Never should you talk about the Ssutt Crew Heard your mouth was runnin' off Now you prolly should too... [Hook] [Verse 2: Julius] Ay yo, I'm watchin' a video of you gettin' socked on YouTube I'll put your little circles in a box you Froot Loops Here's the rundown son, you gon' put that gun down, son And get knocked out like your father used to (Hold up) I'm not in the mood for hoopin' However you be hollerin' you be co*kin' them tools But honestly dude, I'm not even kind of enthused I'm not even kind of amused; you probably got it confused Claim you be poppin' them llamas, please You not even poppin' no water balloons I just begun, I ain't done yet, I'm a fondle my dukes Toss her off the roof, gimme one sec I'm a throw my dukes and I ain't swung a punch yet As she's falling, I'm a say "I think your mom's fallin' for me", to get you upset Them's fightin' words, I'm ready to smack I'm on the attack, then it's fightin' verbs Better yet, I ain't gon' k** ya momma I'm a dick ya momma 'cuz I like her curves Yeah, did I strike nerve? I got them hands, B, I send ya to the Doc room I'm Doc Doom created by Stan Lee I don't mean comic book villains, I mean Took Williams When I hear "Ssutt Ssutt", it's goin' down, I got a good feeling Homie, we can knuckle up in the club, I give you a hit One good hook'll get you spun in the club But I ain't talkin' records, I'm talkin' reckless Talk is cheap but I'm too broke to buy the talk you're sellin' But if you wanna talk with aggressiveness We can meet on any corner n***a, intersection sh** I got the speed of Bruce yo, Jeet Kun Do The way of the intersecting fist, when I hit I never miss My first fight, I was 6 years young b**h a** n***a tried to diss my gear son I had some dusty, scuffed sneaks, Chuck T's yo I had some ugly, rough jeans on And the other kid was a lil' rascal, with a f**ed up Buckwheat 'fro Tried to rush me, punched me yo Listen, that day I took an a**-whoopin' homie Next day, my brother said if I don't beat his a** He'd have an a**-whoopin' for me So I did what my brother said Put knuckles to that nucca's head Swung till my knuckles bled This lil' n***a name was Ra Ra After I won the fight I got a high-five from my late auntie Cha Cha Opened up a can of whoop a** on that n***a After that can was opened I was Popeye, I do not lie... [Hook] [Outro: Demetrius (Debo)] Yo, here come Debo... (n***a shut yo' b**h a** up Before I drop you like I did this b**h!!)