Fight Muzik lyrics

[Intro]
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Yeah, (what up, Joey?)
It's, it's
It's (it's what?), it's that On-Top Music!
Uh
It's fight music

[Verse]
They say a
Closed mouth don't get fed, and an open one does
So it's all about what you believe and not what n*ggas is eatin'
If open mouths is open long enough n*ggas can see in
Here you out of reach (n*gga,) clear you out of breathin'
They love to hate me, the cowardly brothers sleep on 'im (so?)
I make 'em starve, and Sally Struthers can speak for 'em
Nobody in the game can hold me, I'm the same as Kobe
Dunk over your back, you overmatched, n*gga: Shane Mosley
If this is beef I'll get Chris and Neef
Not them n*ggas from the Roc neither, get it from the block me [?] heater
And if you live 'bout battle, I'll razor ya face (dog)
n*ggas'll never get a five-o'clock shadow (yeah)
Thug get a gun, you alone? Get a mob
You scared? Get a dog, and if you broke get a job!
What the fans thought'll make me knock out
n*ggas and cam-cord (what's good?,) 'cause all you pack is a JanSport
I hate guns like I hate condoms
Don't like the feel to it, but gotta be safe, so I still use it
Black lottos or get at y'all in my Tim's, cousin
Hit you with the lead, I'm "Hacksaw" Jim Duggan
This ain't cute (nah,) n*gga, this is way past a fluke
Ask Okafor, I'm way past Duke
Stop what, n*gga?
Don't even start a war if you ain't got bucks, n*gga