Rumble

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Fuck talking get to swinging, I leave your shit stinging You on the floor seeing stars and now your ears is ringing You should've watched your mouth you don't know what I'm about I'm all K.O.s fuck unanimous bouts Floating like a butterfly stinging like a bee My footwork leaning look something like Ali And on top of that your boys stronger then Hercules making every nigga that want it fold at the knees But better yet my hits hit harder than Holyfield Have your ass sleeping like you fucking drank nyquil By the time we get through And theres no round two First round I had to size em up let his ass know wassup Let him know I'm not a punk Let him know I keep it crunk Your hits dont phase me nigga I can take a punch Keep it gutta, cause I know you can't take one Weak niggas fall and the real niggas stay up [Hook x2] Yeah, that's the sound when the pack is around And you knocked out face down in the ground (Yeah) [Verse 2] Uno dos tres cuatro How many rounds you think this Floyd nigga go up I don't think so cause my rap is like fluid And my fist hits harder than ray Lewis Niggas like you get dropped in the first round A jab and two hooks and have you sit down The first hit counts the most and I don't miss [?]one Who's next on the list Niggas run up Get done up Fuck's a pistol play, put your guns up Keith, B, L and me we the niggas they call for street sleep Don't try to run we'll trip you nigga We'll get you hit you and dip you nigga You, you's a poodle nigga and me, I'm a brutal nigga [Hook x2] Yeah, that's the sound when the pack is around And you knocked out face down in the ground (Yeah) [Verse 3] I'm a show starter, I break up night Young Keith is my accomplice, and I made a promise I ain't gonna stop doing punches Hit you in the dome one time, break a nigga's leg Wolf pack in this bitch You asking for shit I don't play wit niggas, I'm swift and cool but don't get it side swiped B-town young hitta cold spitta In the midst of heat I won't feel you Been a mystery how I been flawless with these victories When you hear another hit don't mention me You niggas is fake like extended weaves So nigga if you want it, you better holla back I gotta long dick bitch swallow that And if you don't do big fights, don't do the match And I'm passed like bitch you ain't gotta match, ho [Hook x2] Yeah, that's the sound when the pack is around And you knocked out face down in the ground (Yeah)