Fightin in the club de I-20

(they fightin' in the club)
(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)

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' , '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
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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
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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
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they fightin'..you fighting? then get out the spot
ay 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
'll tear da club up
bitch nigga what's up?
don't get fucked up
but blow yo truck up
atlanta to is they bangin' gangs or not
yeah i bang a and it got a gang of shots
don't get #39;m from the block
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