Project Pat - Fight lyrics

(Chorus) Fight (*x67*) It's about to be some sh** n***a we here now We's about to whoop some a** n***a we here now I done cliqued up wit my hood n***a we here now We gon' fight up in this b**h We gon' fight up in this b**h (Project Pat) Swang a fist at ya b**h and I swear I'm crackin jaws When I'm high and I'm lit aw to hell wit them laws I ain't givin a got damn you got beef then I'm launchin In tha streets them bullets in tha club b**h I'm punchin Muhaf**as lights out cave a s**as skull in n***as in here mad but they betta tuck they mugs in Boys run they mouth and eat up more sh** than a goat Represent tha south and knock ya gold grill down ya throat Liquor and dat white pump ya up like ya Hercules I'ma be polite you get wrong we gon beat ya please Don't you be excused Mr. Bennett I'ma put you in it You came wit them dudes yall done started but we gonna finish f**in off wit lames in this club f**in night off You got ugly on ya face we gon' beat it right off Overheard a n***a sayin that he wanna jack me I ain't worried about it cause this tone s gonna back me (Chorus x2) (Project Pat) Who tha buckest up in here Who tha buckest up in here My n***a my hood so you cowards betta fear Mane you hoes don't wanna clown if you do we beat ya down On you let bullets spray parkin lot its going down Startin sh** pullin n***as cards playin goldfish Bumpin one of us and we gon whoop you like you our b**h Pay attention muhf**a we clickin like a gun Mobbin on you punk s**as mane this ain't one on one Cause its more like ten on two eyes red marijuana He put up a fight so we gon beat him in a coma n***a constantly beckin so he caught some of this drama Just a few days lata pine box to his mama A Moet bottle is a nice lil head jamma Slap you in ya dome bust yo sh** like a sledgehammer Ramma jamma we is doin damage to a busta Give a damn-a who'll violate you muthaf**as (Chorus x2) (Project Pat) You can step right on up we layin smack down Now we don't give a f** cause we gon' crackdown On you hoes who'll s** and ridin n***as nuts Playas all in tha club and chargin these s*uts n***as don't wanna buck that ain't what ya need Beat his a** to a pulp and took all his weed Pocketknife you get stuck jailhouse Pop-a-lar In ya back in ya guts on ya head droppin ya Swellin eyes bustin lips just like Thunderdome In da car extra clips you won't make it home Treatin you like a b**h cause that's what ya is Cut blood out yo wig playa can you dig Plastic surgery scalpin like an engine Don't be testin me mane yo eye get blackened Neva will miss a week I'ma keep it hood style If ya down for ya street throw some bows get it wild (Chorus x2) I'ma whoop this b**h (why) cause I don't like him (x8) Fight (repeated til end)