Fat Joe Fight club Lyrics

(feat. M.O.P. & Petey Pablo)

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, n____!)
Hahaha, ya heard me? (What the f___, what the f___, huh?!)
(Terror Squad... First Family...)
OH!, OH! (OH!) OH! (OH!) OH! (OH!)
OH! (OH!) OH! (OH!)

[Fat Joe]
Yeah, yeah uh
Yo it's that m_________in Bronx n____ Don s___
Run up in yo' mom's crib
Ship-stacked biddomb s___ - gun up in the palm s___
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
f___ this role model s___ I'm finna blow out ya wig
b____! Throw bottles to kid and get 'em thrown at ya crib
It's the return of the worst s___ 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 b______s
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 n____z ever touch the mic (BLAH!)
And we love to fight (BLAH!)
You heard my n____z (ANTE UP!) give up the f___in knife!

[Hook] - 2x
We gonna,
BREAK! - (BREAK!)
MASH! - (MASH!)
BRAWL! - (BRAWL!
CLASH! - (CLASH!)
Fight up in them clubs, got no love for yo' a__!!
GET YO' a__ UP n____!
SHOW ME WHERE YOU AT!
GET YO' a__ UP n____!
OPEN UP HIS BACK!

[Lil' Fame]
Yo who that husky-a__ n____ with the flow so dumb
Comin up outta Brooklyn lookin like Mighty Joe Young
(FACE DOWN!) Know we real - got this m_________er
crackin and buzzin with my Latin cousin Joey Grills
(WE INTERNATIONAL!) 151 proof
Letcha cold run loose, I give 'em a sunroof
For cotton-a__ pretty boy talkin bout drama
With that nasty-a__ Coogi suit, lookin like pajamas
(SOMEBODY GON' GET HURT TODAY!) So be it
We the First (First!) Fam (Family!) - You see it!
Put some trouble in ya voice homeboy, fore ya get whacked in
CALM (CALM!) DOWN (DOWN!) GET - BACK!

[Billy Danze]
For you n____z that wanna trap me
I make families unhappy
I'm tied into the same s___ 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____
Trained on the Hill, aim at n____z faces
Push his hat back seven paces - leave him standin still
Cobra-a__ n____ (Huh?!) You beg me to kill (Yeah!)
When I c___ glocks and pop, you beg me to chill (Chill!)
(Y'ALL REMEMBER BILL!) Y'all remember the m_________in deal
You will get yo' a__ zipped up, how this feel n____?!!

[Hook - 2x]

[Petey Pablo]
Oh m_________er uh-uh, y'all ain't seen nuttin yet
Got a call from the Bronx Best, b____ and I was right there
Duck tape, grip ply, havogee, turpentine
Two nickel nine, MacDonald, cup of richie wine
Wish a m_________er would, look and he shall find
TEN MILLION WAYS TO DIE!
I'm the thickest of the fire
Ain't to many n____z round with the rumble
With the rawest in the jungle, blicky BLOAW BLOAW!!
b____ I break 'em down (DOWN) with Terror Squad now
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!

[Hook - 2x]

Yeah, huh, yeah, huh?! (Hahaha)
First Family, Terror Squad....