Letras
Mother fuckers should have never turned my mic on.
Oh,
Oh,
Said Whoa
This is a fight
Said here we are
Cause this is a fight
[Verse I]
You mother fucker should have never turned my mic on
out with the bullshit it's time for the fight zone
Black goodie, black airforce one
A nigger with an attitude gotta an airforce gun
Ready to get blood on my white tee
And a civilian mother fucker feels just like me (just like me)
And I got shots to give
So will there ever be another two pocket big
Ain't nothing you can do to stop this shit
Takes the rappers alive (but rock is love)
In the dark with no sunshine
When it's time for war we on the front line
Good Charlotte bringing the bass line.
[Chorus]
Said Whoa
This is a fight (Dear, Mr. President)
Said here we are
This is a fight (a letter to the mother fucking government)
Said no, we don't want that shit
Said no, we can't take that shit
Said Whoa
This is a fight
This is a fight
This is a fight
[Verse II]
From the hood to the trailer parks
State of course to the F for trading our american flags
For all black rags, 'cause today we ain't shit
The welfare niggers and poor white trash
In American the fact is this
You're a soldier behind your back
You eject but spit
Yeah massive, also gotta rap for chicks
Know we outside the white house for bags of sticks
This is more that rhyming, this is mothers crying
And the first of free country wise war designing
Send my people to fight, when they don't know why the dying
This ain't a cry for help this is Bush resigning.
[Chorus]
Said Whoa
This is a fight (Dear, Mr. President)
Said here we are
This is a fight (I'm writing a letter to the mother fucking government)