wanna fight over me Every time I turn around, the boys fightin' over me Every time I step out the house, they wanna fight over me Maybe 'cuz I'm hot
I'm hangin around, I not puttin down the state I'm in I've never been proud, And now I'm allowed to shed my skin I'm driving away, I know if I stay I
life expires) Couples fight it out What these couples fight about (keeps it in the closet) What do (keeps it to herself) New york (she should throw the damn thing out) Couples fight
You're so into this news thing On the TV set I don't know why you care When, 'Wheel of Fortune' is on next We could watch yuppie families Playing for
the good life This has gotta be the good life This could really be a good life, good life I say, "Oh, got this feeling that you can't fight" Like this
the end of the night Imma have jorge and his friend my tongue they'll be on it Habla mucho pero no tiene couchons When I look like fighting these mojons
tell me nothin') Yeah, yeah, yeah (Them haters can't tell you nothin') (No) Did you make me cry Don't you hurt, hurt my pride Got me madder than a motherfucker Tryin' to fight
haters can't tell me nothing Them haters can't tell you nothing (x2) so, made me cry don't you hurt, hurt my pride got me madder than a muthaf-cker trying to fight
is the victim 'Cause maybe we both got burned I don't want to talk about who is the traitor 'Cause both of our loyalties turned I don't want to fight
he was the champ, as the champion he was my idol Yo, they took his title when he wouldn't take the gun And fight in Vietnam the only way he felt, then
direct with the people, y'know like Give it to 'em (c'mon) Yo Give it to 'em GET, UP, NOW Yo, we keep it type raw, and know exactly what we fight for
with rode rage Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls Children of all ages, I pack metal like braces Not for the fingers, bitches fighting over my paper
lamp, Who cares?! They cooch is fierce, the only thing loose is hairs Thats right y'all, if a rap nigga say my name I'm a fight y'all Fuck a state, light
Who cares?! They cooch is fierce, the only thing loose is hairs Thats right y'all, if a rap nigga say my name I'm a fight y'all Fuck a state, light
't capable of the intellect Of gainin' respect without sellin' so check I'm Paris, six feet two, deadly as ice But twice as nice with, the power to fight
the weak-kneed 'Cause I don't play, well my name ain't, A A T C, a NWA I'm Paris, the Asiatic lord of light With the power to fight and write rhymes
[Chuck D: x4 repeat in the background] Raw shit, hardcore hip-hop hits [Paris] Yes, live, real rap's back again You in tune to the real, Hard Truth Soldier
x2: Paris] What they say, You ain't nothin' but a soldier, yeah Straight Hard Truth Soldier Believe, You ain't nothin' but a soldier, yeah Straight Hard Truth Soldier [Verse 4: Paris
