Here we go, it has come to this Better fight motherfucker, better swing with your fists Backs up against the wall, we're down on our luck And if we're outnumbered, I don't give a fuck Grab the pack! Take control! These are the streets, on which we roll! Grab the pack! Take control! These are the streets, on which we roll! Bridge City Beatdown we're the kings with the crown Don't make a sound motherfucker, put your face on the ground Talk is cheap when we're standing in front of you now Talk shit, get hit, it's a Bridge City Beatdown BRAWLER N.Z.H.C The fear of death shoots straight through you Don't tread on me, don't fuck with me Every time you see my crew You see us, we see you You're about to fuckin' pay Hit you with reality We're the ones who run these streets Step the fuck up and taste defeat "Yeah, BRAWLER! Harder than ever motherfucker! 22 hate, up in your face! Get the fuck out of our way! Always down for the hustle, always down for the cause! Here to stay... HARDCORE!" I've heard enough talk Shut your fucking mouth No more, NO MORE! No more fucking talk NO. MORE. FUCKING. TALK!