Fight Club

Moses Barratt Iii, Joseph Anthony Cartagena, Lamont Dozier, Lamont Herbert Dozier, Brian Holland, Edward Holland, Edward, Jr. Holland, Jr., Ron Tewlow, Eric Murray, Jamal Grinnage, Joseph Cartagena, Moses Barrett, Rob Tewlow

Chchchch Yeah
(Terror squad First family)
Ah (yeah, hahahah)
You see them diamonds gliserin off that three quarterla (hahaha)
Dat dem dere polyesther (uh, nigga)
Hahaha, ya heard me? (What the fuck, what the fuck, huh?)
(Terror squad First family)
Oh, oh (oh) oh (oh) oh (oh)
Oh (oh) oh (oh)

Yeah, yeah uh
Yo it's that motherfuckin bronx nigga don shit
Run up in yo' mom's crib
Shipstacked biddomb shit gun up in the palm shit
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 through ya carseat and roll over ya rover
Fuck this role model shit I'm finna blow out ya wig
Bitch throw bottles to kid and get 'em thrown at ya crib
It's the return of the worst shit 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 bastards
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 niggaz ever touch the mic (blah)
And we love to fight (blah)
You heard my niggaz (ante up) give up the fuckin knife

We gonna break (break)
Mash (mash)
Brawl (brawl)
Clash (clash)
Fight up in them clubs, got no love for yo' ass
Get yo' ass up nigga
Show me where you at
Get yo' ass up nigga
Open up his back

We gonna
Break (break)
Mash (mash)
Brawl (brawl
Clash (clash)
Fight up in them clubs, got no love for yo' ass
Get yo' ass up nigga
Show me where you at
Get yo' ass up nigga
Open up his back

Yo who that huskyass nigga with the flow so dumb
Comin up outta brooklyn lookin like mighty joe young
(Face down) know we real got this motherfucker
Crackin and buzzin with my latin cousin joey grills
(We international) 151 proof
Letcha cold run loose, I give 'em a sunroof
For cottonass pretty boy talkin bout drama
With that nastyass 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

For you niggaz that want to trap me
I make families unhappy
I'm tied into the same shit as boy george and papi
(E'rybody know) everybody want to clap me
Tonight I'm with my spanish homie joey
So get at me with the ghetto issued 45, semiautomatic
I (spit) with intentions (to rip)
Putput pieces out yo' cabbage bitch
Trained on the hill, aim at niggaz faces
Push his hat back seven paces leave him standin still
Cobra ass nigga (huh?) You beg me to kill (yeah)
When I cock glocks and pop, you beg me to chill (chill)
(Y'all remember bill) why'all remember the motherfuckin deal
You will get yo' ass zipped up, how this feel nigga?

We gonna
Break (break)
Mash (mash)
Brawl (brawl
Clash (clash)
Fight up in them clubs, got no love for yo' ass
Get yo' ass up nigga
Show me where you at
Get yo' ass up nigga
Open up his back

We gonna
Break (break)
Mash (mash)
Brawl (brawl
Clash (clash)
Fight up in them clubs, got no love for yo' ass
Get yo' ass up nigga
Show me where you at
Get yo' ass up nigga
Open up his back

Oh motherfucker uhuh, why'all ain't seen nuttin yet
Got a call from the bronx best, bitch and I was right there
Duck tape, grip ply, havogee, turpentine
Two nickel nine, macdonald, cup of richie wine
Wish a motherfucker would, look and he shall find
Ten million ways to die
I'm the thickest of the fire
Ain't to many niggaz round with the rumble
With the rawest in the jungle, blicky bloaw bloaw
Bitch 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

We gonna
Break (break)
Mash (mash)
Brawl (brawl
Clash (clash)
Fight up in them clubs, got no love for yo' ass
Get yo' ass up nigga
Show me where you at
Get yo' ass up nigga
Open up his back

We gonna
Break (break)
Mash (mash)
Brawl (brawl
Clash (clash)
Fight up in them clubs, got no love for yo' ass
Get yo' ass up nigga
Show me where you at
Get yo' ass up nigga
Open up his back

Yeah, huh, yeah, huh? (Hahaha)
First family, terror squad

Curiosités sur la chanson Fight Club de Fat Joe

Quand la chanson “Fight Club” a-t-elle été lancée par Fat Joe?
La chanson Fight Club a été lancée en 2001, sur l’album “Jealous Ones Still Envy”.
Qui a composé la chanson “Fight Club” de Fat Joe?
La chanson “Fight Club” de Fat Joe a été composée par Moses Barratt Iii, Joseph Anthony Cartagena, Lamont Dozier, Lamont Herbert Dozier, Brian Holland, Edward Holland, Edward, Jr. Holland, Jr., Ron Tewlow, Eric Murray, Jamal Grinnage, Joseph Cartagena, Moses Barrett, Rob Tewlow.

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