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Lights Out (Chris Lytle on UFC 89)

It goes one for the money, homie, two for the show

We tore the roof off this mutha, now it's time to blow

Like we don't need no water, don't bother, we let it burn

We keep the fire just a little bit hotter, that way you'll learnRespect I earn! Started with the clique that I hang

Respect I earn! Ever since I got in this game

Respect I earn! Never wanted fortune or fame

I'd rather have these South D'ego Streets knowing my nameChiggy Check - Microphone check

Chiggy Check - Microphone checkLights out! Game over!

If you wanna you can check my stats

Lights out! Game over!

Make way cause the kings is backWe bang boogie through your system subliminal

We lyrical murdering like we criminals

Life or Death medical decision

We so dope out the lab that you'll need a prescription

The hood is listening so for you that I wrote thisKeep it underground! Sticking to the streets like the homeless

With the dopeness, recognize the real P.O.D.

Cause we triple O, O triple, triple O.G.Lights out! Game over!

If you wanna you can check my stats

Lights out! Game over!

Make way cause the kings is back

Lights out! Game over!

If you really think you got it like that

Lights out! Game over!

Word on the streets is the boys is backLights out! Game over!

Make way cause the kings is back

Lights out! Game over!

If you really think you got it like that

Lights out! Game over!

Word on the streets is the boys is back

Lights out! Game over!

Worldwide only paying respects

Lights out! Microphone check

Lights out! Microphone check

Make way cause the kings is back

Lights out!

Songwriters

HILL, JUANITA/WASHINGTON, DINAH /Published by

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