fight club

Singer:fat joe

ch-ch-ch-ch. yeah

ahhhhhhhhhhh!

you see them diamonds gliserin off that three-quarterla

dat dem dere polyesther

hahaha

ya heard me?

oh!

oh! oh! oh!

oh! oh!

yeah

yeah uh

yo it's that motherfuckin bronx nigga don shit

run up in yo' mom's crib

ship-stacked biddomb shit - gun up in the palm shit

nobody moves

nobody get whacked with the contrict

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 carseat and roll over ya rover

fuck this role model shit i'm finna blow out ya wig

bitch! throw bottles to kid and get 'em thrown at ya crib

it's the return of the worst shit that ever happened

reborn like what's crackin

we formed with raw plastic

blastin off ya doors with an awful passion

forcin the walls to crash in

you see them kids

i'll make 'em all bastards

joey crack - keep it gully

known to clap - keep a fully

automatic mack whodie on my lap - doin thirty

drivin through the heights tryna find these cats that did me dirty

shot me on the ave. now i gotta blast until them pearlies

we the realest niggaz ever touch the mic

and we love to fight

you heard my niggaz give up the fuckin knife!

we gonna

break! -

mash! -

brawl! - (brawl!

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!

yo who that husky-ass nigga with the flow so dumb

comin up outta brooklyn lookin like mighty joe young

know we real - got this motherfucker

crackin and buzzin with my latin cousin joey grills

151 proof

letcha cold run loose

i give 'em a sunroof

for cotton-ass pretty boy talkin bout drama

with that nasty-ass coogi suit

lookin like pajamas

so be it

we the first fam - you see it!

put some trouble in ya voice homeboy

fore ya get whacked in

calm down get - back!

for you niggaz that wanna trap me

i make families unhappy

i'm tied into the same shit as boy george and papi

everybody wanna clap me

tonight i'm with my spanish homie joey

so get at me with the ghetto issued.45

semi-automatic

i with intentions

put-put pieces out yo' cabbage bitch

trained on the hill

aim at niggaz faces

push his hat back seven paces - leave him standin still

cobra-ass nigga you beg me to kill

when i cock glocks and pop

you beg me to chill

y'all remember the motherfuckin deal

you will get yo' ass zipped up

how this feel nigga?!

oh motherfucker uh-uh

y'all ain't seen nuttin yet

got a call from the bronx best

bitch and i was right there

duck tape

grip ply

havogee

turpentine

two nickel nine

macdonald

cup of richie wine

wish a motherfucker would

look and he shall find

ten million ways to die!

i'm the thickest of the fire

ain't to many niggaz round with the rumble

with the rawest in the jungle

blicky bloaw bloaw!

bitch i break 'em down with terror squad now

ya pretty bad

clumsy mouth

sit down - get up get out

hottest thang they got in the south

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.