[Intro: club bouncer]
    Aww shit... not these niggaz again!
  Aiyyo listen!
  I'm only lettin five of you motherfuckers in here tonight
  If your man ain't on the guest list
  He get to the BACJ of the fuckin line
  And you know another motherfuckin thing?
  I don't give a fuck if a bitch spill a drink
  in this motherfucker tonight
  I'm kickin ALL y'all the fuck outta here
    [Method Man]
  Uhh
  Muh'fuckers be up in the club scared to fuckin death
  Nigga if you scared why don't yo' ass just stay the fuck home
  Check it out uhh
    Me and mines at the door, ain't tryin to pay your fees
  Stop playin, you fuckin with me, I push my way in
  Bum rush there's plenty of us to tear the club up
  Guzzlin Bacardi and such, I split a Dutch
  Bouncin nigga lookin like he want war
  Now I ain't the one you got to front Pah
  Pattin me down like the law
  As I stumble in the party
  Topsey off the Limon Bacardi for sure
  Loungin near the bar section, rolled the L
  and kept steppin, concealed weapon, razor sharp
  Blue star hatchet, in the sleeve of my jacket
  Who that kid, on the dance floor lookin for matches?
  Burn somethin, one toke got me blasted
  Took another toke then I passed it, choke!
  Fantastic, herb ain't no joke
  Especially that indo smoke mixed with hashish
  Ladies on the dance floor, shakin they asses
  Got millon dollar broke niggaz, that makin passes
  Honey with the eye glasses, body work is Boombastic
  Skin like blackberry molasses, mmmmm
  At last it's, time to step and make her mine
  Niggas headin toward the bathroom tuckin they shines
  Brothers got to keep it movin, playin with kids
  that won't hesitate to snatch a Cuban
  You know what this is...
    ("Yo Duke that's your diamonds right there God?
  Yo that shit'll go RIGHT where my people ain't right now.."
  "Yo don't touch my shit!")
    Now it's on in the lavatory, I heard a scream
  End of story couldn't find shorty, party scene's
  now a fucked up chaotic thing, won't be long
  before the sirens intervene, the terrotory
  Can't we all get along, without the ruckus
  Got big bouncin muh'fuckers, tryin to rush us
  I can take a hint, what? Can smell the stench
  of a hell bent environment, the odds against us
  Back to the wall y'all, refuse to fall
  All hands on deck yes, prepare to brawl
  Uhh, every time I try to have a good time why?
  Somebody always fuckin it up, killin my high, damn
  Monkey wrench they whole program, party over
  By that time I'm dead sober
  In the midst of this whole shit fo' soldiers, dead gone
  You can tell that they was heat holders
  Everybody hit the deck when they expose tech, I fled the set
  Bitch slipped and caught a broke neck, some Brooklyn kids
  rushed the coat check, they whole set, stompin Duke
  half to death and took his Rolex, it's horrible
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