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Fight Fair Pop Rocks

Hey there girl yeah you know who you are You walked into my life and then you stole my heart I think it's those eyes that keep killing us guys And for

in the back, ready to attack, for what Ghostface Killah Leather jackets on, rocked up rock stars Treacherous bank robbers, the plan gold up, we pop

minute is like a 'tiger uppercut' from Sagat, I'm up against these ropes, and ain't no tellin' if I win or not, These gloves are getting heavy, it's fight

a be here all night/ No matter what, I'm a still support you, whenever you ready let's rock the world/ Better believe I'm a fight for the money, if somebody

pussies that stuntin' I pop Stand alone squeezin' my pistol I'm sure that I gotta Now Peter Piper picked peppers, and run rocked rhymes Now 50 Cent, I write a li'l bit but I pop

need a Now on the way to the top it never stop Catch me in every block with a rock Eatin my way and its still just cocked ready to pop, now whos the

kicked it with a nigga like me Hey Hey [Hook] I see ya baby, throw ya hands up high If you wanna come and kick it with a stand up guy Because the rocks

me Chuckin' ain't a damn thing changed Rain on me Fuck it do it till I feel the flame Don't test me Try to fight em fair no lead Get messy But the alcohol

every minute is like a 'tiger uppercut' from Sagat, I'm up against these ropes, and ain't no tellin' if I win or not, These gloves are getting heavy, it's fight