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fat joe – fight club lyrics

ch, ch, ch, ch, yeah
terror squad, first family
ahh!
(yeah!)
you see them diamonds glisterin’ off that three quarterla
that them there polyester
(uh, n-gg-)
ya heard me?
(what the f-ck, what the f-ck, huh?)
(terror squad, first family)
oh! oh! oh! oh! oh! oh! oh!
oh! oh! oh! oh!

yeah, yeah uh
yo it’s that motherf-ckin’ bronx n-gg- don sh-t
run up in yo’ mom’s crib
ship stacked biddomb sh-t, gun up in the palm sh-t
n-body moves, n-body get whacked with the contract
yo’ shot at they concert, it’s locked on the concrete
i’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 dolo
blow holes in ya car seat and roll over ya rover
f-ck this role model sh-t, i’m finna blow out ya wig
b-tch! throw bottles to kid and get ’em thrown at ya crib
it’s the return of the worst sh-t that ever happened
reborn like what’s crackin’, we formed with raw plastic
blastin’ off ya doors with an awful p-ssion
forcin’ the walls to crash in

you see them kids, i’ll make ’em all b-st-rds
joey crack keep it gully, known to clap keep a fully
automatic mack whodie on my lap doin’ thirty
drivin’ through the heights tryin’ a find these cats that did me dirty
shot me on the ave, now i gotta blast until them pearlies
we the realest n-gg-z ever touch the mic
(blah)
and we love to fight
(blah)
you heard my n-gg-z give up the f-ckin’ knife!
(ante up)

we gonna
break
(break)
mash
(mash)
brawl
(brawl)
clash
(clash)
fight up in them clubs, got no love for yo’ -ss
(get yo’ -ss up n-gg-)
show me where you at
(get yo’ -ss up n-gg-)
open up his back

yo who that husky–ss n-gg- with the flow so dumb
comin’ up outta brooklyn lookin’ like mighty joe young
(face down)
know we real, got this motherf-cker
crackin’ and buzzin’ with my latin cousin joey grills
(we international)
151 proof
letcha cold run loose, i give ’em a sunroof
for cotton–ss pretty boy talkin’ ’bout drama
with that nasty -ss coogi suit, lookin’ like pyjamas

(somebody gon’ get hurt today)
so be it
we the first fam, you see it
(first family)
put some trouble in ya voice homeboy ‘fore ya get whacked in
calm down, get back!
(calm down)

for you n-gg-z that wanna trap me i make families unhappy
i’m tied into the same sh-t as boy george and papi
(e’rybody know)
everybody wanna clap me
tonight i’m with my spanish homie joey
so get at me with the ghetto issued .45, semi-automatic
i spit with intentions to rip

put-put pieces out yo’ cabbage b-tch
trained on the hill, aim at n-gg-z faces
push his hat back seven paces, leave him standin’ still
cobra -ss n-gg- you beg me to kill
(huh, yeah)
when i c-ck glocks and pop, you beg me to chill
(chill)
(y’all remember bill?)
y’all remember the motherf-ckin’ deal
you will get yo’ -ss zipped up, how this feel n-gg-?

oh motherf-cker uh uh, y’all ain’t seen nothin’ yet
got a call from the bronx best, b-tch, and i was right there
duck tape, grip ply, havogee, turpentine
two nickel nine, macdonald, cup of richie wine
wish a motherf-cker would look and he shall find
ten million ways to die!
i’m the thickest of the fire
ain’t too many n-gg-z round with the rumble
with the rawest in the jungle, blicky, bloaw, bloaw!

b-tch i break ’em down with terror squad now
(down)
ya pretty bad, clumsy mouth, sit down, get up, get out
hottest 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!

yeah, huh, yeah, huh?
first family, terror squad

- fat joe lyrics

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