Текст песни Fat Joe - Fight Club
Fat Joe - Fight Club слова песни
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, nigga!)Hahaha, ya heard me? (What the fuck, what the fuck, huh?!)(Terror Squad... First Family...)OH!, OH! (OH!) OH! (OH!) OH! (OH!)OH! (OH!) OH! (OH!)[Fat Joe]Yeah, yeah uhYo it`s that motherfuckin Bronx nigga Don shitRun up in yo` mom`s cribShip-stacked biddomb shit - gun up in the palm shitNobody moves, nobody get whacked with the contrictYo` shot at they concert, it`s locked on the concreteI`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 doloBlow holes in ya carseat and roll over ya RoverFuck this role model shit I`m finna blow out ya wigBitch! Throw bottles to kid and get `em thrown at ya cribIt`s the return of the worst shit that ever happenedReborn like what`s crackin, we formed with raw plasticBlastin off ya doors with an awful passionForcin the walls to crash inYou see them kids, I`ll make `em all bastardsJoey Crack - keep it gullyKnown to clap - keep a fullyAutomatic mack whodie on my lap - doin thirtyDrivin through the Heights tryna find these cats that did me dirtyShot me on the Ave., now I gotta blast until them pearliesWe the realest niggaz ever touch the mic (BLAH!)And we love to fight (BLAH!)You heard my niggaz (ANTE UP!) give up the fuckin knife![Hook] - 2xWe gonna,BREAK! - (BREAK!)MASH! - (MASH!)BRAWL! - (BRAWL!CLASH! - (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![Lil` Fame]Yo who that husky-ass nigga with the flow so dumbComin up outta Brooklyn lookin like Mighty Joe Young(FACE DOWN!) Know we real - got this motherfuckercrackin and buzzin with my Latin cousin Joey Grills(WE INTERNATIONAL!) 151 proofLetcha cold run loose, I give `em a sunroofFor cotton-ass pretty boy talkin bout dramaWith that nasty-ass Coogi suit, lookin like pajamas(SOMEBODY GON` GET HURT TODAY!) So be itWe the First (First!) Fam (Family!) - You see it!Put some trouble in ya voice homeboy, fore ya get whacked inCALM (CALM!) DOWN (DOWN!) GET - BACK![Billy Danze]For you niggaz that wanna trap meI make families unhappyI`m tied into the same shit as Boy George and Papi(E`RYBODY KNOW!) Everybody wanna clap meTonight I`m with my Spanish homie Joeyso get at me with the ghetto issued .45, semi-automaticI (SPIT) with intentions (TO RIP)Put-put pieces out yo` cabbage bitchTrained on the Hill, aim at niggaz facesPush his hat back seven paces - leave him standin stillCobra-ass nigga (Huh?!) You beg me to kill (Yeah!)When I cock glocks and pop, you beg me to chill (Chill!)(Y`ALL REMEMBER BILL!) Y`all remember the motherfuckin dealYou will get yo` ass zipped up, how this feel nigga?!![Hook - 2x][Petey Pablo]Oh motherfucker uh-uh, y`all ain`t seen nuttin yetGot a call from the Bronx Best, bitch and I was right thereDuck tape, grip ply, havogee, turpentineTwo nickel nine, MacDonald, cup of richie wineWish a motherfucker would, look and he shall findTEN MILLION WAYS TO DIE!I`m the thickest of the fireAin`t to many niggaz round with the rumbleWith the rawest in the jungle, blicky BLOAW BLOAW!!Bitch I break `em down (DOWN) with Terror Squad nowYa pretty bad, clumsy mouth, sit down - get up get outHottest 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....