Fightin In The Club - I-20

(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' yo