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FAT JOE lyrics : "Fight Club"

(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, ^!$$%!)
Hahaha, ya heard me? (What the $#&@, what the $#&@, 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 mother$#&@in Bronx ^!$$% Don %#@!

Run up in yo' mom's crib
Ship-stacked biddomb %#@! - gun up in the palm %#@!
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
$#&@ this role model %#@! I'm finna blow out ya wig

(*##$! Throw bottles to kid and get 'em thrown at ya crib
It's the return of the worst %#@! 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 !@$(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 ^!$$%z ever touch the mic (BLAH!)

And we love to fight (BLAH!)
You heard my ^!$$%z (ANTE UP!) give up the $#&@in knife!


[Hook x2]
We gonna,
BREAK! - (BREAK!)

MASH! - (MASH!)
BRAWL! - (BRAWL!
CLASH! - (CLASH!)

Fight up in them clubs, got no love for yo' $$#!!
GET YO' !#$# UP !#$%!
SHOW ME WHERE YOU AT!

GET YO' !#$# UP !#$%!
OPEN UP HIS BACK!


[Lil' Fame]
Yo who that husky-ass ^!$$% with the flow so dumb
Comin up outta Brooklyn lookin like Mighty Joe Young

(FACE DOWN!) Know we real - got this mother$#&@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-ass pretty boy talkin bout drama
With that nasty-ass 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 ^!$$%z that wanna trap me
I make families unhappy
I'm tied into the same %#@! 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 (*##$
Trained on the Hill, aim at ^!$$%z faces

Push his hat back seven paces - leave him standin still
Cobra-ass ^!$$% (Huh?!) You beg me to kill (Yeah!)
When I @@#! glocks and pop, you beg me to chill (Chill!)
(Y'ALL REMEMBER BILL!) Y'all remember the mother$#&@in deal
You will get yo' $$# zipped up, how this feel ^!$$%?!!


[Hook x2]

[Petey Pablo]
Oh mother$#&@er uh-uh, y'all ain't seen nuttin yet

Got a call from the Bronx Best, (*##$ and I was right there
Duck tape, grip ply, havogee, turpentine
Two nickel nine, MacDonald, cup of richie wine
Wish a mother$#&@er would, look and he shall find
TEN MILLION WAYS TO DIE!

I'm the thickest of the fire
Ain't to many ^!$$%z round with the rumble
With the rawest in the jungle, blicky BLOAW BLOAW!!
(*##$ 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 x2]

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

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