Aiyo, tonight, ain't no more bitches. Ain't no more hoes, no freaks, no niggas. No gun sligin', right about now. Tonight only, yo, we just gonna ride.
My outlet is full of powerful niggas. Electrify ya tie, spark up the lah. Keep the room dark, let me fill out my high. Then slap box my ghost till one of us cry.
Run for the cue. . Lisa Lipps. Was a Rolling Stone, huh. Yeah, wherever she slap slob wasn't home. And now she's gone, ain't no sun. Shine meaning she's gone.
Understand this shit nigga learn about it. Ay-thing a nigga spit need to know about it. Understand this shit, nigga learn about it. Ay-thing a nigga spit, nigga know about it.
What you say when you drunk in the club? Hood up. And you deep in the club, let me know, hood up. Show me where you from if your city's number one. Hood up, hood up, hood up, hoop up.
Can you help me with this Love Jones I have for you?. (Hello). I'm so attracted to you, baby, that I don't know what to do. Can you help me with this Love Jones I have for you?.
As I slept, I had a dream of you. Havin' fun, like we used to do. You were laughing from something I said. What a feelin' going through my head. Then we embraced, as our lips entwined.
Page us to depression. As you realize that you're helpless. Do you mind if I suggest you let it burn?. . Take it from a broken hearted scholar. Who would've bet my bottom dollar.
Lights dimmed, candles lit. Your car pulls up and then you walk in. I can see the look on your face. I know you 'bout to ruin my day. . Then you get to spittin' lines.
[Intro: Chamillionaire]. They try'na say something bout'cha boy singing, but they ain't never goin understand. We been parking lot pimpin since 98', knahtalkinbout?.
[Lord Jamar talking]. Ah yeah, ya know what I'm sayin'. Nine trey, Brand Nubian in effect. On ya motherfuckin' head. Not givin' a fuck. Word up, know what I'm sayin'.
This it right here homie!. 7 8 7 haha!. They told me to get my swag up!. Blood raw is dat you?. I dun see no other way. Ahh Okay Bro. Na wat im talkin bout.
Listen, hon, I mean, ah, as slamming as you are and all that good. Stuff. It ain't doing me no good out here cause you got too many clothes on. So why don't we just take this cab and uh, slide on uptown and uh.
Somewhere in the ghetto where morality died. It's a rapid response and who hands are tied. Ask the questions later, raise the .45. Press it against his head, watch him beg for his life.
[Chorus]. Let 'em fight (let 'em fight) let 'em fight (let 'em fight). Don't break it up, let 'em go, let 'em fight (let 'em fight). Let 'em fight (let 'em fight) let 'em fight (let 'em fight).