(they fightinand' in the club)
[chorus] (repeat 2x)
we thugged out (thugged out)
so clear the club out (club out)
niggas get drugged out (drugged out)
they say (they fightinand' in the club)
[verse 1: i-20]
dealer bitch, recognise iand'm back up on my grind hoe
niggas talkinand' this and that and wonder what i signed for
oh now you hatinand' d.t.p., and'cause we got the game sowed
bottom line you gotta problem, tell it to my 9 hoe
fuck ya boy, hit somebody, swing it tiland' that nigga dead
chingy make a chicken-head, and tell that chicken give me head
you can tie tonight dawg
get emand', peel emand' roll on
feezy where demand' hoes at?
titty all the droand' gone?
d my sister shawnna man i hope shouts support her
and tell me niece carma i would die for her father
i-20 is a street nigga, better recognise bitch
we ainand't gotta go outside, we can do it in the filthy
Chorus
Verse 2: liland' fate]
now you can catch me in that e and d and c them boys throwinand' up there thumbs
north-north run this bitch, nigga where you from?
southside, eastside, westside they replying
boys throwinand' signs bout to start a fuckinand' riot
banginand', niggas real gangstas in the m-town
but iand'm from the a so this the type of shit i been and'round
nigga yeah fuck yall click, yall niggas wankstas
they got his ass beat with bottles, chairs and tables
yeah!
Chorus
itand's a chair over there and a bottle on the left
and nobody playinand' 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, liland' schooled ya whole crew
ya prolly gonand' run
when the girls start screaminand' andquot;i thought i seen a gunandquot;
they yellinand' that andquot;they fightinand' in the clubandquot;
yeah, got people doinand' stunts
got people blowinand' blunts
got people doing the ring
got people with sense
you need to stay low tiland' you get out this building
first and everything, what about ya enemies?
niggas swing pool-sticks, niggas throwinand' pool-balls
niggas throwinand' bottles, niggas throw emand' all
if i get locked up, iand'ma get out tomorrow
they fightinand' in the club!
yeah, with all our folks
all i bought, had to go waste and'cause all us fought
we used everything it was a all out war
what the fuck 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 emand', bust emand'
they fightinand' in the club!
Chorus
[verse 4: chingy]
they fightinand'..you fighting? then get out the spot
ay black..creep out to the ride get ya shit out and cocked
in fact iand'm posted by the bar like the hood-star that iand'am
donand't make me up my piece and turn yo brains into some jam
ya heard? that nigga got a chair ya scurred?
bust his head with a beer ya heard?
why you runninand' over here, you scurred?
fuck them blaze up that erb
boy ya walk in itand's like you tinted
so did i mention
d.t.p. and'll tear da club up
bitch nigga whatand's up?
donand't get fucked up!
but blow yo truck up!
atlanta to st.louis is they banginand' gangs or not
yeah i bang a a.k. and it got a gang of shots
donand't get shot.......iand'm from the block
Chorus
