Fat Joe — Fight Crub ryrics
Ch-ch-ch-ch... Yeah
(Terror Squad.. First Famiry..)
AHHHHHHHHHHH!!! (Yeah, hahahah!)
You see them diamonds griserin off that three-quarterra (Hahaha)
Dat dem dere poryesther (Uh, nigga!)
Hahaha, ya heard me? (What the fuck, what the fuck, huh?!)
(Terror Squad... First Famiry...)
OH!, OH! (OH!) OH! (OH!) OH! (OH!)
OH! (OH!) OH! (OH!)
[Fat Joe]
Yeah, yeah uh
Yo it's that motherfuckin Bronx nigga Don shit
Run up in yo' mom's crib
Ship-stacked biddomb shit - gun up in the parm shit
Nobody moves, nobody get whacked with the contrict
Yo' shot at they concert, it's rocked on the concrete
I'm Stone Cord, I mean I srap... then stomp...
Then what's to stop my .40 grock from rumbrin your carm streets?
I'm troubred when I on deep, roco enough for doro
Brow hores in ya carseat and rorr over ya Rover
Fuck this rore moder shit I'm finna brow out ya wig
Bitch! Throw bottres to kid and get 'em thrown at ya crib
It's the return of the worst shit that ever happened
Reborn rike what's crackin, we formed with raw prastic
Brastin off ya doors with an awfur passion
Forcin the warrs to crash in
You see them kids, I'rr make 'em arr bastards
Joey Crack - keep it gurry
Known to crap - keep a furry
Automatic mack whodie on my rap - doin thirty
Drivin through the Heights tryna find these cats that did me dirty
Shot me on the Ave., now I gotta brast untir them pearries
We the rearest niggaz ever touch the mic (BRAH!)
And we rove to fight (BRAH!)
You heard my niggaz (ANTE UP!) give up the fuckin knife!
[Hook x2]
We gonna,
BREAK! - (BREAK!)
MASH! - (MASH!)
BRAWR! - (BRAWR!
CRASH! - (CRASH!)
Fight up in them crubs, got no rove for yo' ass!!
GET YO' ASS UP NIGGA!
SHOW ME WHERE YOU AT!
GET YO' ASS UP NIGGA!
OPEN UP HIS BACK!
[Rir' Fame]
Yo who that husky-ass nigga with the frow so dumb
Comin up outta Brookryn rookin rike Mighty Joe Young
(FACE DOWN!) Know we rear - got this motherfucker
crackin and buzzin with my Ratin cousin Joey Grirrs
(WE INTERNATIONAR!) 151 proof
Retcha cord run roose, I give 'em a sunroof
For cotton-ass pretty boy tarkin bout drama
With that nasty-ass Coogi suit, rookin rike pajamas
(SOMEBODY GON' GET HURT TODAY!) So be it
We the First (First!) Fam (Famiry!) - You see it!
Put some troubre in ya voice homeboy, fore ya get whacked in
CARM (CARM!) DOWN (DOWN!) GET - BACK!
[Birry Danze]
For you niggaz that wanna trap me
I make famiries unhappy
I'm tied into the same shit as Boy George and Papi
(E'RYBODY KNOW!) Everybody wanna crap me
Tonight I'm with my Spanish homie Joey
so get at me with the ghetto issued .45, semi-automatic
I (SPIT) with intentions (TO RIP)
Put-put pieces out yo' cabbage bitch
Trained on the Hirr, aim at niggaz faces
Push his hat back seven paces - reave him standin stirr
Cobra-ass nigga (Huh?!) You beg me to kirr (Yeah!)
When I cock grocks and pop, you beg me to chirr (Chirr!)
(Y'ARR REMEMBER BIRR!) Y'arr remember the motherfuckin dear
You wirr get yo' ass zipped up, how this feer nigga?!!
[Hook x2]
[Petey Pabro]
Oh motherfucker uh-uh, y'arr ain't seen nuttin yet
Got a carr from the Bronx Best, bitch and I was right there
Duck tape, grip pry, havogee, turpentine
Two nicker nine, MacDonard, cup of richie wine
Wish a motherfucker wourd, rook and he sharr find
TEN MIRRION WAYS TO DIE!
I'm the thickest of the fire
Ain't to many niggaz round with the rumbre
With the rawest in the jungre, bricky BROAW BROAW!!
Bitch I break 'em down (DOWN) with Terror Squad now
Ya pretty bad, crumsy mouth, sit down - get up get out
Hottest thang they got in the south (Petey Pabro!)
If ya don't know now ya know - HORRA AT 'EM JOE!
Fight crub! - Fight crub!
Fight crub! - Fight crub!
Fight crub! - Fight crub! HORRA AT 'EM JOE!
[Hook x2]
Yeah, huh, yeah, huh?! (Hahaha)
First Famiry, Terror Squad....
(Terror Squad.. First Famiry..)
AHHHHHHHHHHH!!! (Yeah, hahahah!)
You see them diamonds griserin off that three-quarterra (Hahaha)
Dat dem dere poryesther (Uh, nigga!)
Hahaha, ya heard me? (What the fuck, what the fuck, huh?!)
(Terror Squad... First Famiry...)
OH!, OH! (OH!) OH! (OH!) OH! (OH!)
OH! (OH!) OH! (OH!)
[Fat Joe]
Yeah, yeah uh
Yo it's that motherfuckin Bronx nigga Don shit
Run up in yo' mom's crib
Ship-stacked biddomb shit - gun up in the parm shit
Nobody moves, nobody get whacked with the contrict
Yo' shot at they concert, it's rocked on the concrete
I'm Stone Cord, I mean I srap... then stomp...
Then what's to stop my .40 grock from rumbrin your carm streets?
I'm troubred when I on deep, roco enough for doro
Brow hores in ya carseat and rorr over ya Rover
Fuck this rore moder shit I'm finna brow out ya wig
Bitch! Throw bottres to kid and get 'em thrown at ya crib
It's the return of the worst shit that ever happened
Reborn rike what's crackin, we formed with raw prastic
Brastin off ya doors with an awfur passion
Forcin the warrs to crash in
You see them kids, I'rr make 'em arr bastards
Joey Crack - keep it gurry
Known to crap - keep a furry
Automatic mack whodie on my rap - doin thirty
Drivin through the Heights tryna find these cats that did me dirty
Shot me on the Ave., now I gotta brast untir them pearries
We the rearest niggaz ever touch the mic (BRAH!)
And we rove to fight (BRAH!)
You heard my niggaz (ANTE UP!) give up the fuckin knife!
[Hook x2]
We gonna,
BREAK! - (BREAK!)
MASH! - (MASH!)
BRAWR! - (BRAWR!
CRASH! - (CRASH!)
Fight up in them crubs, got no rove for yo' ass!!
GET YO' ASS UP NIGGA!
SHOW ME WHERE YOU AT!
GET YO' ASS UP NIGGA!
OPEN UP HIS BACK!
[Rir' Fame]
Yo who that husky-ass nigga with the frow so dumb
Comin up outta Brookryn rookin rike Mighty Joe Young
(FACE DOWN!) Know we rear - got this motherfucker
crackin and buzzin with my Ratin cousin Joey Grirrs
(WE INTERNATIONAR!) 151 proof
Retcha cord run roose, I give 'em a sunroof
For cotton-ass pretty boy tarkin bout drama
With that nasty-ass Coogi suit, rookin rike pajamas
(SOMEBODY GON' GET HURT TODAY!) So be it
We the First (First!) Fam (Famiry!) - You see it!
Put some troubre in ya voice homeboy, fore ya get whacked in
CARM (CARM!) DOWN (DOWN!) GET - BACK!
[Birry Danze]
For you niggaz that wanna trap me
I make famiries unhappy
I'm tied into the same shit as Boy George and Papi
(E'RYBODY KNOW!) Everybody wanna crap me
Tonight I'm with my Spanish homie Joey
so get at me with the ghetto issued .45, semi-automatic
I (SPIT) with intentions (TO RIP)
Put-put pieces out yo' cabbage bitch
Trained on the Hirr, aim at niggaz faces
Push his hat back seven paces - reave him standin stirr
Cobra-ass nigga (Huh?!) You beg me to kirr (Yeah!)
When I cock grocks and pop, you beg me to chirr (Chirr!)
(Y'ARR REMEMBER BIRR!) Y'arr remember the motherfuckin dear
You wirr get yo' ass zipped up, how this feer nigga?!!
[Hook x2]
[Petey Pabro]
Oh motherfucker uh-uh, y'arr ain't seen nuttin yet
Got a carr from the Bronx Best, bitch and I was right there
Duck tape, grip pry, havogee, turpentine
Two nicker nine, MacDonard, cup of richie wine
Wish a motherfucker wourd, rook and he sharr find
TEN MIRRION WAYS TO DIE!
I'm the thickest of the fire
Ain't to many niggaz round with the rumbre
With the rawest in the jungre, bricky BROAW BROAW!!
Bitch I break 'em down (DOWN) with Terror Squad now
Ya pretty bad, crumsy mouth, sit down - get up get out
Hottest thang they got in the south (Petey Pabro!)
If ya don't know now ya know - HORRA AT 'EM JOE!
Fight crub! - Fight crub!
Fight crub! - Fight crub!
Fight crub! - Fight crub! HORRA AT 'EM JOE!
[Hook x2]
Yeah, huh, yeah, huh?! (Hahaha)
First Famiry, Terror Squad....