without a fight They were screaming and yelling and scratching and clawing I was punching and hitting and kicking and pawing I was holding my own, 'cause I've been in a scrap
I've got my share of scars on those ol' monkey bars Every time I'd hit the ground On that long dirt road my bike lost control Once again I was fallin'
Torch it like a blunt and sparked on the God born day She wanna be a queen but went about all the wrong way She still hangin in bars, being diana ross
cars Missing your surroundings, staring at the stars I'm lonely without a woman that wants to spar That's why I spend so much time in these bars Drunk
said and the head gat cracked physical contact was in form of a slap at the age of fifteen Xzibit now hit back courtesy of my stepbrother, who taught me to scrap
comers scared The pretty girls go "Papi, here's my underwear!" Never in a hundred years I thought I'd be a rapper But in less than a hundred bars I knew
but they ain't sayin' a thing Half y'all vets is heartless and rep regardless Only time you seen a courtroom was pressin' charges How you baggin' up white, but won't scrap
producer fall Who's involved? They don't wanna do nothin Whoop style, I make 'em all move some'n Clap the mag up, back the gas up Leave 'em scrapped
up and slick pain scraping a backwards bending Clamps smear open a warm paradise Ribcage and vertebral column contracted tight Bars stretched beneath
i'm passin fastly who half as nasty i got it locked from here, all the way to cak-a-lacky but keep a mac for scrapping, thinkin its just laffy taffy
Snitches know the say all, if chickens on the radar I'm at it cause I get it on my day off ain't nothing like getting weight off (yeah) Scrape off the
Gipp know what it is to work for them foes For a check that don't mean shit, more bills keep coming in But ain't no saving used to scrape up a buck
can spar ?®til we see allah Or take it to the fdr ?®til one of us wrecks they car A matter of fact, we can scrap on the traintracks And the loser lays
{big daddy kane:} Hmm yeah, this sound kinda funky, this sound real funky I'ma get busy on this, man, with ehm, let's see - Like 8 bars, then I want you
some James Brown, it's the Big Payback Four by four, eight by eight Twenty by twenty bars, I demonstrate Four by four, eight by eight Twenty by twenty bars
we was bound to Travelin' like Vice Lords, down to the taste Not wantin' to bring my lady around crew 'cause they would snake House parties was the lick, behind bars