Fight Club chords by Fat Joe, M.O.P., Petey Pablo
Verse 1
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Chchchch Yeah
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(Terror squad First
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family)
Ah (yeah, hahahah)
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You see them diamonds gliserin off
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that three quarterla (hahaha)
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Dat dem dere
polyesther (uh, nigga)
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Hahaha, ya heard me? (What the fuck,
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what the fuck, huh?)
(Terror squad First family)
Oh, oh (oh) oh
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(oh) oh (oh)
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Oh (oh) oh
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(oh)
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Yeah, yeah uh
Verse 2
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Yo it's that motherfuckin bronx
nigga don shit
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Run up in yo' mom's crib
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Shipstacked biddomb shit gun
up in the palm shit
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Nobody moves,
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nobody get whacked with the contrict
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Yo' shot at they concert,
it's locked on the concrete
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I'm stone cold, I mean I slap Then stomp
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Then what's to stop my
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40 glock from rumblin your calm streets?
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I'm troubled when I on deep,
loco enough for dolo
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Blow holes through ya carseat and
roll over ya rover
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Fuck this role model shit I'm
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finna blow out ya wig
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Bitch throw bottles to kid and
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get 'em thrown at ya crib
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It's the return of the worst
shit that ever happened
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Reborn like what's crackin,
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we formed with raw plastic
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Blastin off ya doors with
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an awful passion
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Forcin the walls to crash in
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You see them kids,
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I'll make 'em all bastards
Joey crack keep it gully
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Known to clap keep a fully
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Automatic mack whodie on my
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lap doin thirty
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Drivin through the heights tryna find
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these cats that did me dirty
Shot me on the ave,
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Now I gotta blast until them pearlies
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We the realest niggaz ever
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touch the mic (blah)
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And we love to fight (blah)
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You heard my niggaz
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Verse 3
(ante up) give up the fuckin knife
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We gonna break (break)
Mash (mash)
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Brawl (brawl)
Clash (clash)
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Fight up in them clubs,
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got no love for yo' ass
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Get yo' ass up nigga
Show me where you at
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Get yo' ass up nigga
Open up his back
Verse 4
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We gonna
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Break (break)
Mash (mash)
Brawl (brawl
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Clash (clash)
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Fight up in them clubs,
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got no love for yo' ass
Get yo' ass up nigga
Show me where you at
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Am
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Get yo' as s up nigga
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Open up his back
Verse 5
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Yo who that huskyass nigga
with the flow so dumb
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Comin up out ta brooklyn lookin like
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mighty joe young
(Face down) know we real got
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this motherfucker
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C
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Crackin and buzzin with my latin cousin joey
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grills
(We international) 151 proof
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Letcha cold run loose,
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I give 'em a sunroof
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For cottonass pretty boy
talkin bout drama
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With that nastyass coogi suit,
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lookin like pajamas
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(Somebody gon' get
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hurt today) so be it
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We the first (first) fam
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(family) you see it
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Put some trouble in ya voice
homeboy, fore ya get whacked in
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Calm (calm) down (down)get back
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For you niggaz that want to trap
Verse 6
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me
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I make families unhappy
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I'm tied into the same shit as boy george
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and papi
(E'rybody know) everybody
want to clap me
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Tonight I'm with my spanish homie joey
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So get at me with the ghetto
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issued 45, semiautomatic
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I (spit) with in tentions
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(to rip)
Putput pieces out yo' cabbage bitch
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Trained on the hill,
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aim at niggaz faces
Push his hat back seven paces
leave him standin still
Cobra ass nigga (huh?) You beg
me to kill (yeah)
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When I cock glocks and pop,
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you beg me to chill (chill)
(Y'all remember bill) why'all remember
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the motherfuckin deal
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You will get yo' ass zipped up
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, how this feel nigga?
Verse 7
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We gonna
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Break (break)
Mash (mash)
Brawl (brawl
Clash (clash)
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Fight up in them clubs,
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got no love for yo' ass
Get yo' ass up nigga
Show me where you at
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Get yo' ass up nigga
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Open up his back
Verse 8
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We gonna
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Break (break)
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Mash (mash)
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Brawl (brawl
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Clash (clash)
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Fight up in them clubs,
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got no love for yo' ass
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Get yo' ass up nigga
Show me where you at
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Am
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Get yo' ass up nigga
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Open up his back
Verse 9
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Oh motherfucker uhuh,
why'all ain't seen nuttin yet
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Got a call from the bronx best,
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bitch and I was right there
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Duck tape, grip ply, havogee, turpentine
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Two nickel nine, macdonald,
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cup of richie wine
Wish a motherfucker would,
look and he shall find
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Ten million ways to die
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I'm the thickest of the fire
Ain't to many niggaz round
with the rumble
With the rawest in the jungle,
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blicky bloaw bloaw
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Bitch I break 'em down
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(down) with terror squad now
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Ya pretty bad, clumsy mouth,
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Am
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sit down get up get out
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Hottest thang they got in
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the south (petey pablo)
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If ya don't know now ya
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know holla at 'em joe
Fight club fight club
Fight club fight club
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Fight club fight club holla at 'em joe
Verse 10
We gonna
Break (break)
Mash (mash)
Brawl (brawl
Clash (clash)
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Fight up in them clubs,
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got no love for yo' ass
Get yo' ass up nigga
Show me where you at
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Am
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Get yo' ass up nigga
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Open up his back
Verse 11
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We gonna
Break (break)
Mash (mash)
Brawl (brawl
Clash (clash)
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Fight up in them clubs,
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got no love for yo' ass
Get yo' ass up nigga
Show me where you at
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Get yo' ass up nigga
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Open up his back
Verse 12
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Yeah, huh, yeah, huh?
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(Hahaha)
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First family, terror squad
Outro 1
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Fight Club
Fat Joe, M.O.P., Petey Pablo
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