Lirik Lagu Fight Club - Fat Joe
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Ch-ch-ch-ch... Yeah(Terror Squad.. First Family..)AHHHHHHHHHHH!!! (Yeah, hahahah!)You see them diamonds gliserin off that three-quarterla (Hahaha)Dat dem dere polyesther (Uh, nigga!)Hahaha, ya heard me? (What the fuck, what the fuck, huh?!)(Terror Squad... First Family...)OH!, OH! (OH!) OH! (OH!) OH! (OH!)OH! (OH!) OH! (OH!)[Fat Joe]Yeah, yeah uhYo it's that motherfuckin Bronx nigga Don shitRun up in yo' mom's cribShip-stacked biddomb shit - gun up in the palm shitNobody moves, nobody get whacked with the contrictYo' shot at they concert, it's locked on the concreteI'm Stone Cold, I mean I slap... then stomp...Then what's to stop my .40 glock from rumblin your calm streets?I'm troubled when I on deep, loco enough for doloBlow holes in ya carseat and roll over ya RoverFuck this role model shit I'm finna blow out ya wigBitch! Throw bottles to kid and get 'em thrown at ya cribIt's the return of the worst shit that ever happenedReborn like what's crackin, we formed with raw plasticBlastin off ya doors with an awful passionForcin the walls to crash inYou see them kids, I'll make 'em all bastardsJoey Crack - keep it gullyKnown to clap - keep a fullyAutomatic mack whodie on my lap - doin thirtyDrivin through the Heights tryna find these cats that did me dirtyShot me on the Ave., now I gotta blast until them pearliesWe the realest niggaz ever touch the mic (BLAH!)And we love to fight (BLAH!)You heard my niggaz (ANTE UP!) give up the fuckin knife![Hook] - 2xWe gonna,BREAK! - (BREAK!)MASH! - (MASH!)BRAWL! - (BRAWL!CLASH! - (CLASH!)Fight up in them clubs, got no love for yo' ass!!GET YO' ASS UP NIGGA!SHOW ME WHERE YOU AT!GET YO' ASS UP NIGGA!OPEN UP HIS BACK![Lil' Fame]Yo who that husky-ass nigga with the flow so dumbComin up outta Brooklyn lookin like Mighty Joe Young(FACE DOWN!) Know we real - got this motherfuckercrackin and buzzin with my Latin cousin Joey Grills(WE INTERNATIONAL!) 151 proofLetcha cold run loose, I give 'em a sunroofFor cotton-ass pretty boy talkin bout dramaWith that nasty-ass Coogi suit, lookin like pajamas(SOMEBODY GON' GET HURT TODAY!) So be itWe the First (First!) Fam (Family!) - You see it!Put some trouble in ya voice homeboy, fore ya get whacked inCALM (CALM!) DOWN (DOWN!) GET - BACK![Billy Danze]For you niggaz that wanna trap meI make families unhappyI'm tied into the same shit as Boy George and Papi(E'RYBODY KNOW!) Everybody wanna clap meTonight I'm with my Spanish homie Joeyso get at me with the ghetto issued .45, semi-automaticI (SPIT) with intentions (TO RIP)Put-put pieces out yo' cabbage bitchTrained on the Hill, aim at niggaz facesPush his hat back seven paces - leave him standin stillCobra-ass nigga (Huh?!) You beg me to kill (Yeah!)When I cock glocks and pop, you beg me to chill (Chill!)(Y'ALL REMEMBER BILL!) Y'all remember the motherfuckin dealYou will get yo' ass zipped up, how this feel nigga?!![Hook - 2x][Petey Pablo]Oh motherfucker uh-uh, y'all ain't seen nuttin yetGot a call from the Bronx Best, bitch and I was right thereDuck tape, grip ply, havogee, turpentineTwo nickel nine, MacDonald, cup of richie wineWish a motherfucker would, look and he shall findTEN MILLION WAYS TO DIE!I'm the thickest of the fireAin't to many niggaz round with the rumbleWith the rawest in the jungle, blicky BLOAW BLOAW!!Bitch I break 'em down (DOWN) with Terror Squad nowYa pretty bad, clumsy mouth, sit down - get up get outHottest thang they got in the south (Petey Pablo!)If ya don't know now ya know - HOLLA AT 'EM JOE!Fight club! - Fight club!Fight club! - Fight club!Fight club! - Fight club! HOLLA AT 'EM JOE![Hook - 2x]Yeah, huh, yeah, huh?! (Hahaha)First Family, Terror Squad....
