In The Club Lyrics - Singles - Beanie Sigel

(Verse 1) 

I'm back at the club with a snub, twistin up dubs 

Sippin on Crist', bout to snatch your bitch 

You see the wrists, see the neck, see the arm, see the charm 

See my click, what the fuck man we rich 

When we step in the spot, performin or not 

You know what went down, man we shut shit down 

From the cars outside you can tell we there 

When the bar's sold out and aint no Belvedere 

No crowd control and the cops is scared 

You know, the, the Roc, the Roc was here 

Catch Mac V.I.P., section of the place 

With the weapon on his waist, weight, two steppin to the base 

I don't dance, I just move the crowd 

And keep a big ass tool that's loud, that'll move the crowd 

Only play the club dog if the music loud 

Just boots, strictly airs, no shoes allowed, what 

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You know how it get in the club 

We came to go bold, we came to get it crunk, we came to make it jump 

You know how it get in the club 

We came to pop shit, we came to pull chicks, we came to ride 

You know how it get in the club 

You know we came deep, in four or five jeeps, we came to wild 

You know how it get in the club 

See me V.I.P., rollin up trees, we came to get high 

(Verse 2) 

Beanie Sigs baby, y'all can't touch the boy 

Everytime I hit the club people rush the door 

Buck 50 cuts and more, sluts and whores 

Niggas ice grillin like they wanna touch the floor 

All that when Mac perform 

*Who The Fuck Want What*, man they buck when that come on 

Bitches givin up butt when Mac perform 

Everybody hands up when that track come on 

Roll up nigga let's get on 

You know how we do, bitches in them see through dresses on 

Double shots of Henny rock, all night lemon drops 

Til they touchin, have 'em touchin, other women's spots 

Late night, club night, you know what Mac like 

Late night, club night, Mac attract dikes 

All night menagie trois, who came to get ride, who came to get high 

What the fuck, uh 

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(Verse 3) 

Last call for alcohol, all drinks on me 

Just boots, jean suits, no mix on me 

Bandannas, really liks on me 

Alright maybe a watch, of course rock, what you think on me? 

Same thing with the squad, what you think on Bleek 

Beef? C'mon dog who you think gon bleed 

Not Mac, never slip in the club 

4/5th in the club, told y'all never slip in the club 

Niggas hit like shit, how that get in the club 

You think I'm playin when I'm sayin shit'll drip in the club? 

Man I come to turn out the show, turn out a hoe 

Before I bounce, burn an ounce of 'dro 

Throw back an ounce of snow, bounce with dough 

Squad deep, all with heat, and the bouncers know 

Back the fuck up dog or the rounds'll blow 

Man a thug in the club, y'all know how it go, shit 

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