Rhymefest - Fight With The Best lyrics

[Produced by LZ] [Verse 1: Kanye West] Ayo, rippin' y'all n***as is the easiest Y'all style is the nacho cheesiest Everybody wanna shine, they the greasiest When they know they bank account is the measliest You gotta know when to hold 'em Know when to fold 'em Know when to run when my n***as be rollin' Holdin' your gun, especially if you owe 'em Watchin' yo back, especially in the mornin' Now n***as give you a pound and tell you, "Be safe." Like you carryin' a million dollars in a briefcase Now you're all paranoid like, "Is this sh** laced?" My n***as come in all black like deep space When we turn the toast Turn you to a ghost Any more want they girl to play Demi Moore? As long as you sure My point is mainly that We maniacs Maniacs n***a what [Hook] "I can fight with the best" Don't let 'em hold you down n***a "But I can only go" You can go another round n***a "So many rounds" Even if you gotta slug it out If you gotta thug it out, thug it out "I can fight with the best" Don't let 'em hold you down n***a "But I can only go" You can go another round n***a "So many rounds" A lot of MCs came to my showdown And watch me put the low down [Verse 2: Rhymefest] Nothin' nice when you fightin' for your life With the ruger, did he shoot him? Did you see it? Was it right? Did he deserve that? (naw) Ask 'em maine Did he know he turned his son to a ba*tard maine? If I see him on the street, I'mma blast him maine Have a ? and a ? in the casket maine This guy saw me on the strip, tried to out the thang I told 'em, "Slow up. This wasn't even about you maine." He must of thought I was scared though Unprepared though Oh no Here come my guys hoppin' out the Volvo Fo' fo' out in the clear One shot hit 'em in the ear Open the trunk, put 'em in here What it is stick? Put it in gear You need to know you can't f** with my blood We Throw you in the trunk Get you drugged Take you to your own grave That's the sh** you dug Now it take at least six n***as to pick you up C'mon [Hook] [Verse 3: Rhymefest] Got my money and my loot now Tell the truth now Don't make me grab the .380 Don't wanna shoot ya You got a little girl? Think about her future You need an outfit These slugs should suit ya Like 5-0 my n***a, I hot pursuit ya Bullets trimmin' the side of your head like crew cut Used to be po' Never could afford new stuff Even so We grabbed ski masks to do stuff All on ten n***as was high and juiced up While you livin' with your girlfriend like a moocher Get your own sh**, be about grown sh** When the chrome spit, you can hear a bone split I don't give a f** 'bout who you gon' get After you dead, k**in' him is just a bonus Ding ding ding You my millionth customer Yo K? Why these n***as always think they can f** with us [Hook] Down down Down down Down down