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!