Chorus:] Don't sit there and cry (Bring out the fight!) Stand up and fight! (Bring out the fight!) It's all about your freedom (Bring out the fight!) Cause it's your fucking life (Bring out the fight
head under them clothes I know you wanna go and smoke out Stay up all night and go eat at the Waffle House You and me bring your friend that make three
s tighter than a ruff rap provider, with ninety ways to peel ya So I know the three words (Tash'll kill ya) sound familiar I filter out the weak everytime
Players in the south We spitting that lyrics staright out of me mouth And if you not ready nigga get the fuck out I'm a bring it hard to your peeps no
s bye-bye Inner pride with the Ripsta Let 'em hit ya with the scripture Picture me locked out and smoked out with a half of fifth of [Maje$ty] Three sixty-five out
I'ma five borough thorough MC Where I go, New York goes, keepin New York flows Niggaz be switchin cause they not sure Your style is played out soft shit
to McCain The economy very pleated in the state of recession But we goin fight who we fighting for us we hear to bring the pressure It's a message to
Flipmode y'all Yeah yeah y'all extinction level event shit Bomb threat to the whole world What what what is going on What the fuck going on here Check it out
you offend you gotta fight till the end If you -fuck- a groupie chicken when you out on tour Smoke a little bit of weed wit her then -fuck- her some more Tell her to bring three
Gulf. And the allies are concerned that cryptic messages broadcast this morning could be a signal to terrorists." [Verse Three - MC Serch] President Bush will bring us out
we should build new umbrellas because we are stuck in our own rut I say, blow away the rain clouds, for the new horizon is crystal clear Its took sometime
a posse like Paul Revere Your whole crew'll get took out, turned out, shook out Burned up like a cookout, so fools better look out Verse Seven: WC Fresh out
shoot from us I give the in-out to certain kin out That share the same blood as you After blood, she pull my shim out.... Finish your verse While I commence
that shit but you couldnt last bring to you hoes knockin down your door tryin to knock some chunks out yo rump, at night to the broad daylight if you wanna gang fight
whip Kids think sick, pack big shit, extended clips Motherfuckers, yea yea Get it all, bring it on what [Wilson Ave] There's three types of drama One
the sweet kind Circle you, thicker by de-sign Be-hind swingin like bring it back, come rewind Uhh, excuse me boo She stuck out her tongue, it was purple
's already done it tell em (tell em) Welcome to New York City (uh ohh) No, Welcome to Dip Set City (holla) And thanks to Cam I'm Harlem's new anchor man
gritty Witty, raw, ready for war, no pity, like doin' a tour in New York City A year ago today doctor's gave me, three months to live I survived for this
