Club Gettin' Crowded

Uh huh (We came to bust heads) x3

This is the official (the official)...

get yo ass knocked out music (get yo ass knocked the fuck out!)

for bein a non-hood affliate nigga

GIB...ACP

Get it boys, hypnotize minds (what?)

...hypnotize minds, you know how its goin' down

We comin' dirrty...we comin' dirrty

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The club gettin' crowded, throw up yo set and shout it

You talk but you ain't 'bout it

Nigga huh, nigga huh

We off that juice and Hen', I snuck that burna in

We're set trippin'

nigga what, nigga what

[Verse 1: Chingy]

I crept in the spot with a tom strap

Haters that trip get blown back

We off that hash and cogniac

Head bussin' we on dat

Wanna freak out better pull dat ho

Take her to da bar and full dat ho

Get her in da bathroom, get some head

I'm a playa--yain't know?

Cowards know me so they starin'

Trippin' off the jewels I'm wearin'

My nigga I pack stern

Police in herr, we ain't carrin'

Pussie don't pump in blood

Real niggas always show me love

Fake niggas keep yo caps and ??

Real niggas got dem gats and slugs

If you want, you can get it

Put a couple, in yo fitted

We ain't never scared trick

Tell 'em GIB did it

Dragged dat punk up out this place for putting his fingas in my face

I almost caught a fuckin' case

(You cool dirrty?) Yeah I'm straight

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[Verse 2: Three 6 Mafia]

Yeah...what!Now I ain't even worried bout you...haters

Three 6 Mafia fakers

You talk like commen...taters

You fiction like Terminator

My nation eliminata

Under...estimater

Stomp 'em to the pavement with some Air Force One gators (Bitch!)

I pay 'em no mind, I show 'em my nine

I slap 'em...a couple a times and any a mine

I promise...he be aight he jus' needed some wakin' up

And I guess he thought, ACP and GIB was bluffin' (Yeah!)

You got some pimps off in dis buildin'

Smokin' with yo children

In da back of da club, with my thugs syrrup sippin'

What's up with yo bitch, suckin' dick and she givin'

Credit cards to G's with keys for dis pimpin'

They see the D-Boys shinin' grindin' then they get this feelin'

Don't hate on me or play with me

These Mafia boys be killin'

They call my Juicy J, I got dat SK that be drillin'

You fuck with me you might get hit

I'm known for dome peelin'

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[Verse 3: Chingy]

(Ride out niggas!)

Dammit Memphis on da scene

They sippin' syrrup and ridin' clean

On da block we buy (some beans)??

These stacks is bulgin' out my jeans

You know these hoes be on my nuts

Take in the rims on da truck

Schemin' tryin' to take my bucks

Yeah bitch I know whats up

Ching-a-ling and Three 6

You got bricks? We flip

Don't come sideways tryin' to playa hustle, we hip

Two clips one glock, leave ya flat from one shot

Cats playin' the role of Makeveli, its only one Pac

Come equipped or don't come

Show up homie, don't run

Best believe we won't run

After da party get ya guns

Ain't no parking lot pimpin'

Only parking lot poppin'

Man what will stand down ho????

(brllrrllaaa!)

You herrd dem Ks choppin'

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