Chingy: Club gettin' crowded

Uh huh (We came to bust heads) x3This is the official (the official)...get yo ass knocked out music (get yo ass knocked the fuck out!)for bein a non-hood affliate niggaGIB...ACPGet it boys, hypnotize minds (what?)...hypnotize minds, you know how its goin' downWe comin' dirrty...we comin' dirrty[Chorus}The club gettin' crowded, throw up yo set and shout itYou talk but you ain't 'bout itNigga huh, nigga huhWe off that juice and Hen', I snuck that burna inWe're set trippin'nigga what, nigga what[Verse 1: Chingy]I crept in the spot with a tom strapHaters that trip get blown backWe off that hash and cogniac Head bussin' we on datWanna freak out better pull dat hoTake her to da bar and full dat hoGet her in da bathroom, get some headI'm a playa--yain't know?Cowards know me so they starin'Trippin' off the jewels I'm wearin'My nigga I pack sternPolice in herr, we ain't carrin'Pussie don't pump in bloodReal niggas always show me loveFake niggas keep yo caps and ??Real niggas got dem gats and slugsIf you want, you can get itPut a couple, in yo fittedWe ain't never scared trickTell 'em GIB did itDragged 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[Chorus][Verse 2: Three 6 Mafia]Yeah...what!Now I ain't even worried bout you...hatersThree 6 Mafia fakersYou talk like commen...tatersYou fiction like TerminatorMy nation eliminataUnder...estimaterStomp 'em to the pavement with some Air Force One gators (Bitch!)I pay 'em no mind, I show 'em my nineI slap 'em...a couple a times and any a mineI promise...he be aight he jus' needed some wakin' upAnd I guess he thought, ACP and GIB was bluffin' (Yeah!)You got some pimps off in dis buildin'Smokin' with yo childrenIn 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'[Chorus][Verse 3: Chingy](Ride out niggas!)Dammit Memphis on da sceneThey sippin' syrrup and ridin' cleanOn da block we buy (some beans)??These stacks is bulgin' out my jeansYou know these hoes be on my nutsTake in the rims on da truckSchemin' tryin' to take my bucksYeah bitch I know whats upChing-a-ling and Three 6You got bricks? We flipDon't come sideways tryin' to playa hustle, we hipTwo clips one glock, leave ya flat from one shotCats playin' the role of Makeveli, its only one PacCome equipped or don't comeShow up homie, don't runBest believe we won't runAfter da party get ya gunsAin't no parking lot pimpin'Only parking lot poppin'Man what will stand down ho????(brllrrllaaa!)You herrd dem Ks choppin'[Chorus]