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(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 & see 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 y'all click, y'all 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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