I-20 - Lyrics

Fightin In The Club - Album

Fightin In The Club

(They fightin' 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 fightin' in the club)

[Verse 1: I-20]

Dealer bitch, recognise I'm back up on my grind hoe

Niggas talkin' this and that and wonder what I signed for

Oh now you hatin' D.T.P., 'cause we got the game sowed

Bottom line you gotta problem, tell it to my 9 hoe

Fuck ya boy, hit somebody, swing it til' that nigga dead

Chingy make a chicken-head, and tell that chicken 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 shouts support her

And tell me niece Carma I would die for her father

I-20 is a street nigga, better recognise bitch

We ain't gotta go outside, we can do it in the filthy

chorus

Verse 2: Lil' Fate]

Now you can catch me in that E & D & C them boys throwin' up there thumbs

North-North run this bitch, nigga where you from?

Southside, Eastside, Westside they replying

Boys throwin' signs bout to start a fuckin' riot

Bangin', niggas real gangstas in the M-Town

But I'm from the A so this the type of shit I been 'round

Nigga yeah fuck yall click, yall niggas wankstas

They got his ass beat with bottles, chairs and tables

Yeah!

chorus

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?

Niggas swing pool-sticks, niggas throwin' pool-balls

Niggas throwin' bottles, niggas throw em' all

If I get locked up, I'ma 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 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 em', bust em'

THEY FIGHTIN' IN THE CLUB!

Chorus

[Verse 4: Chingy]

They fightin'..you fighting? then get out the spot

Ay black..creep out to the ride get ya shit out and cocked

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 brains into some jam

Ya heard? That nigga got a chair ya scurred?

Bust his head with a beer ya heard?

Why you runnin' over here, you scurred?

Fuck them blaze up that erb

Boy ya walk in it's like you tinted

So did I mention

D.T.P. 'll tear da club up

Bitch nigga what's up?

Don't get FUCKED 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

Chorus

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