Petey Pablo - Fight Club lyrics

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***a!) 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 motherf**in Bronx n***a Don sh** Run up in yo' mom's crib Ship-stacked biddomb sh** - gun up in the palm sh** 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 sh** I'm finna blow out ya wig b**h! Throw bottles to kid and get 'em thrown at ya crib It's the return of the worst sh** that ever happened Reborn like what's crackin, we formed with raw plastic Blastin off ya doors with an awful pa**ion Forcin the walls to crash in You see them kids, I'll make 'em all ba*tards 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***as ever touch the mic (BLAH!) And we love to fight (BLAH!) You heard my n***as (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' ASS UP ni**a! SHOW ME WHERE YOU AT! GET YO' ASS UP ni**a! OPEN UP HIS BACK! [Lil' Fame] Yo who that husky-a** n***a with the flow so dumb Comin up outta Brooklyn lookin like Mighty Joe Young (FACE DOWN!) Know we real - got this motherf**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***as that wanna trap me I make families unhappy I'm tied into the same sh** 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**h Trained on the Hill, aim at n***as faces Push his hat back seven paces - leave him standin still Cobra-a** n***a (Huh?!) You beg me to k** (Yeah!) When I co*k Glocks and pop, you beg me to chill (Chill!) (Y'ALL REMEMBER BILL!) Y'all remember the motherf**in deal You will get yo' a** zipped up, how this feel n***a?!! [Hook - 2x] [Petey Pablo] Oh motherf**er uh-uh, y'all ain't seen nuttin yet Got a call from the Bronx Best, b**h and I was right there Duck tape, grip ply, havogee, turpentine Two nickel nine, MacDonald, cup of richie wine Wish a motherf**er would, look and he shall find TEN MILLION WAYS TO DIE! I'm the thickest of the fire Ain't to many n***as round with the rumble With the rawest in the jungle, blicky BLOAW BLOAW!! b**h 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....