Joe - Swung On lyrics

* no unedited version exists - missing words are in brackets Woo! Politix, 2000 and 10 Politix like that "Who the hell you talkin' to? I will knock the black off you!" Come on, come on, come on Come out swingin', ha Politix, heh heh Check it out Check it, check it Yo, I grab motha{f**er} and throw 'em across the room Hit 'em with the boom, bam, Gotti Might body slam a {n***a} Drop that cat even if he is bigger See, I know more Kung Fu than Hoof Digger And I smack a {n***a} before I squeeze the trigga Let me hit ya with a smack to the grill And move you back to the real You s**as act like ya thrilled Your whole style's chump, tryna front like you dumb Huh, what, you just a drunk {f**er} punk About to get your nose broke, nobody likes those folk Watch out for them brothas with them swelled flows You tryna get away, we stickin' you like velcro I'm steady steppin' over all the posers I spit the cool lyrics and it froze ya Just for a second made ya think Realize we on a break, no time to blink The future's now, products of life and times Be responsible and use your mind Cuz I'm quick on my feet like a kick from Jack D That you did not expect, now there's pain in your neck Shake it off, yo, you gon' live Just pay more attention to the gifts we give Bout to get swung on, bringin' violence to me I ain't {f**in} with y'all, so don't be {f**in} with me You could get swung on if you ain't actin' right Did you ever think you would get smacked tonight? Swingin' on 'em Left rights, right lefts Upper cuts Yo, whatever bull{sh**} you could bring some My Kung Fu's weigh a ton, about to swing one Rock you, knock you and I sock you Lock you, stop you, chop you, trick and drop you I swung with Kung, but now it's time for hip-hop fool A fight scene at a club, ain't enough love Dope beats get hug, focus precise, this thug All chromes, y'all swept under the rug Bodies drug, s**a what, show love Styles and tactics are not eff-wittable Don't attempt.. you wanna limp Futuristic flow, quite terrific like the glow in the baby's eye We be them guys Get swung on, bringin' violence to me I ain't {f**er} with y'all, so don't be {f**er} with me I figure to treat a {n***a} like a punchin' bag If he disrespects my space and gets up in my face Yo, back up, you better back up Do I gotta hit you? And get into an altercation with the {n***a}* with you? I catch that little faker with the hate naked I swing (bump bump) like we in Jamaica Yo, we all got fists but y'all got dissed Whatever, whatever {n***a}, it's all Politix Universal, J. Thorn, Politix been born Know that, uh uh Get swung on Get swung on (Smack the black off you) Get swung on