Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, they ain't ready for this Uh-huh, L.T. Hutton, P.I., I'm on the side, G New York, let's get it, oh-oh Punks fight Everybody needs to chill Everybody talk about punks fight 2Pac is king Everybody talk about punks fight Only real niggas stay on top Everybody talk about punks fight I love it Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, they ain't ready for this It started with five shots, niggas plottin' to kill him Never figured that that same nigga sell five million Hit the charts like a madman, nothin' but hits Court cases, got a nigga facin' multiple digits Dr. Cop cars, look at how we come so far Picture a high school dropout rollin' the double R House full of happiness, weed and drank Way out, so in trouble, try to find me, can't Never visioned livin' longer than my 21st Thought I'd be locked down, cracked out, or in the dirt And though it hurts to see the change It comes with the pain, watch for gossip and a silly game To all the motherfuckers speakin' down on me, this is the night Why is everybody caught up in punks life? To all y'all niggas conversatin' on my life Mind your motherfuckin' business Punks fight Everybody needs to chill Everybody talk about punks fight What do you know about punks fight? All real niggas stay on top Everybody talk about punks fight I remember that, I lose Ayy, what's at the party? I know we never got to meet But we know all the same people, so we got the speed You taught me first thing, nigga, can't stop a G And all the *** you went through, man, a lot to me But why'd you lock me up when that was a shame to see? You know a cracker can't do the same thing to me I get along with real niggas, it's the lane to be Talkin' loud out of pocket, tryin' to bang with me Well, so I pull it out my pocket, let it rain, you see Now they all in the courtroom blamin' me See, we ain't live the same life, but represent the same struggle Power to the real nigga, depth to the sucker Money, old bitch, get the North for your lover Death before dishonor, never talk to undercover Live by the same rules, so mine's a tattoo We the same sort of dude with the same short fuse Punks fight Everybody needs to chill Everybody talk about punks fight What do you know about punks fight? What do you know? Only real niggas stay on top Everybody talk about punks fight I want money in large amounts My garage full of cars that bounce Movin' my tape to major weight, cause every dollar counts Bustas is jealous and half these niggas is punks They runnin' off at the mouth till I fill it up with my bones They jumpin' my automatic, keepin' wary While you frontin' like you really bad ass Nigga, you scary, I been knowin' you for years We was high school peers, junior high I was itchin' to kill, and you was ready to die While you bull***tin', niggas was dyin' and catchin' cases Bustin' my automatics at motherfuckers in foreign places Needed no tape, they see my face and they worry Bitches dyin', I hurry, still I ride I'm never worried, Mr. Machiavelli tell me to ride And I'ma ride, pick my enemies out the crowd And motherfuckers die, it's not the way I wanna live My nigga is how it is Only real niggas stay on top Word up Pox Fight Everybody needs to chill Everybody talk about Pox Fight Why y'all niggas all up in my ***? We know about Pox Fight Tell them motherfuckers, watch it Everybody talk about Pox Fight *** all y'all Oh, oh, oh, yeah