Chingy - Fightin' in the Club lyrics

(They fightin' in the club) [Hook] I-20 (2 Chainz)] (Repeat 2x) We thugged out (Thugged Out) So clear the club out (Club Out) n***as get drugged out (Drugged Out) They Say (They fightin' in the club) [Verse 1: I-20] Dealer b**h, recognize, I'm back up on my grind ho n***as talkin' this and that and wonder what I signed for Oh, now you hatin' DTP, cause we got the game sold Bottom line, you gotta problem, tell it to my 9, ho f** ya boy, hit somebody, swing until a n***a dead Chingy make her chicken-head, tell that chick to give me head You can tie tonight dawg, Get em', peel em' roll on Feezy where dem' hoes at? Titty all the dro' gone? D my sister Shawnna man I hope Chi support her And tell me niece, Carma, I would die for her father I-20 is a street n***a, better recognize b**h We ain't gotta go outside, we can do it in the filth [Hook] [Verse 2: Lil' Fate] Now you can catch me in that D&D & see them boys throwin'up they thumbs North-North run this b**h, n***a where you from? Southside, Eastside, Westside they replying Boys throwin' signs bout to start a f**in' riot Bangin', n***as real gangstas in the M-Town But I'm from the A so this the type of sh** I been 'round n***a yeah f** yall click, yall n***as wa*kstas They got his a** beat with bottles, chairs and tables Yeah! [Hook] [Verse 3: 2 Chainz] It's a chair over there and a bottle on the left And nobody playin' fair every man for himself When push come to shove, shove come to push You against us, nah us against you All of us carry tools, lil' schooled ya whole crew Ya prolly gon' run When the girls start screamin' "I thought I seen a gun" They yellin' that "They fightin' in the club" Yeah, got people doin' stunts Got people blowin' blunts Got people doing the ring Got people with sense You need to stay low til' you get out this building First and everything, what about ya enemies? n***as swing pool-sticks, n***as throwin' pool-balls n***as throwin' bottles, n***as throw em' all If I get locked up, I'mma get out tomorrow THEY FIGHTIN' IN THE CLUB! Yeah, with all our folks All I bought, had to go waste cause all us fought We used everything it was a all out war What the f** you think ya chicks call us for? My good shirt and all got tore Break it, pay for it? we all got dough Hold them bustaz, buck em', bust em' THEY FIGHTIN' IN THE CLUB! [Hook] [Verse 4: Chingy] They fightin'..you fighting? then get out the spot Ay black, creep out to the ride get ya sh** out and co*ked In fact, I'm posted by the bar like the hood-star that I am Don't make me up my piece and turn yo brain into some jam, ya heard? That n***a got a chair ya scurred? Bust his head with a beer ya heard? Why you runnin' over here, you scurred? f** them blaze up that herb Walnut Park and it's like you tinted and did I mention DTP'll tear da club up, b**h n***a what's up? Don't get fu*kED UP! But blow yo TRUCK UP! Atlanta to St.Louis is they bangin' gangs or not Yeah I bang a A.K. and it got a gang of shots Don't get shot.......I'm from the block [Hook]