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*means written by terrence morris

#means written by naomi hensher

(ALL RIGHTS RESERVED) 2006





"A FIGHT SONG"

*broken the shackles, wit me the gat and magnums travel, blade on me long enough to damn near saw an adams apple.

nigga's talkin shit till they in a coffin, put a price tag on 'em like a parkin ticket

made ta play im not

im on my way to the top

fore you cock block its a shot from the wap atcha knot used to keep my eyes glued

lookin at the rearveiw envy clear

trust all the talk you gonna kill me?

i hear ya, but dont exspect it to ride

better yet heres a tek throw you across the floor like the electric slide.



# roll the fuck up hit the blunt and get outty

start a fight in the parking lot with a fat bitch

get rowdy, ima come up beside her with a brick to the forhead



talkin to much shit got the cunt sho' nuff dead,

breathe, breathe, pause breathe, times up bitch roll up your sleeves did you hear i was comin? rumors are true funny u forget shorty packs too.



*take a sec or so for me to get in a mood , besides black whats missing in your hood is the tools, cant see how a winner lose,

i fuck naomi faster cause out the gate, her name spelled backwards tell you what she's fittin to do.

Nigga'z rather be blind then tryin to see the truth.

you put my name in your mouth to see me like beetle juice.

we dont sell no gats, for real, those raps



have nigga's layin in dirt like rail road tracks.

yall ain never there, causin a death is rare,

I done put more lights out then the electric chair.



#lolipop's or chains wich you think your gonna get?

you got life fucked up, an u try to quit,

shut the fuck up im proud of my kills

the move of my hand should cure your ills.



Now, I know you wanna brawl, but i think you best not,

just ask the fat bitch from the parking lot.

im heart broken, though dat nigga's doing well, an half my hearts in ATL.