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Fight Club (Remix)

Fight Club (Remix)

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Joey, no rules, gun shots no prob No jewels, niggas say I got robbed I'm still wearin' my bling And fuck first class, I fly standin' on Virgin America's wing Nuts hang, knockin' down sky scrapers Take a piss, make it rain, I'm the American dream Make it rain I ain't Pacman Jones Nigga, balls and my word, all a black man owns If you in that man zone, how you figure to gain Can't bowl a 300 in another niggas lane Better aim, you dealin' with a 7 - 10 split That's Long Beach cause we on some 710 shit I been nice since 227 man shit I am sick, and I'm never gettin' better that's it Give me somethin' sharp to sever that prick Like a group broke up I will dismember that click I'm a veteran remember that shit We some internet rappers Then why you on our internet dicks We'll be there when it's war callin' Either we high or we fly or the floor fallin' I'm a Tommy Gun, it ain't no best The rap game like the St. Louis vs New York battle, nobody won A bunch of fuckin' 2's, and 3's like zone defense Please get at dude's Ortiz Nah you beast 'em Hold, stop, can't stop, thank pops Hard headed, gotta hit a wall first like a bank shot Get it clear, a coke head's a thin line between friend or foe Won't let this shit disappear This fiscal year, I'm a stay hot buzzin' With dude's that help me shoot like A-rod cousin Walk in my shoes and ya feet get callus From Jersey City to Caesar's Palace I speak with malice just to make sure the streets get salvaged Real talk where would all of us be without it Slaughterhouse no fear, too many dudes Tyson Chandler Tried to leave their team and went nowhere Like Tyson Chandler in the past niggas on some bullshit Royce tell Preme I got a full clip Niggas used to run when they saw Suge's face Faster then Joey and Joell in a foot race Now you ask me where the incident took place Don't check the internet check hood space You dealin' with some intelligent creatures I don't touch guns I draw with telekinesis No finger prints on Crooked's mag I'm mixed with good and bad like the Goodfellas and Jesus First Biggie and Jay made it I'll leave a bandana at your murder and make it gang related The bitch at the Shoney's told me homie Ortiz I'm the one and only Pick a spot, I pick apart you dudes who pick a part This ain't a movie, I feel bad like lookin' at a pick of Pac Niggas hearts gettin' sparked, every time I give an arc To my wrist and it twists like a spliff when I'm sittin' in the park Tall corny niggas ain't makin' a bigger mark I boo drugs what I does got em runnin' to get a narc You guppies unlucky you in a tank with a shark Teeth crooked like my dog who just finished a vicious bark Flick a dart through your top hat Weak emcee's you cannot rap Freak, where the drop at Now ya mad at Tahiri cause ya ass ain't famous Get it nigga, ya ass ain't famous Quit talkin' about me cause ya ass ain't dangerous They call me Hustler cause my mag game heinous Show up to Detroit thinkin' everybody loves you And I'm a come and show you that your ass ain't Raymond Dumbin' every line, me fuckin' bitches is like the cops After a murder they comin' everytime Shell toes, and Wassan jacket, the contractor Still pushin' elbows like a linebacker And ya'll playin', my world wide bitches On my world wide watch I call it the broad band Slaughterhouse Y'all know what it is