Birdman
In The Club
[Intro: Birdman and Lil Wayne]
Squad tryna get rich quick
Don't forget it motherfucker
Eh Weezy, come on
Party cause my squad up
In New Orlans
[?]
We gon party, yep yep in the worst way
Eh yo shawty, I'm tryna fuck on the first day

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
You can find me in the club, pocket full of blunts
To the HIV, [?]
And I'm into getting head, I ain't tryna love and fuck
[?] help me get stuck
You can find me on the block, fist full of rocks
And with my hand on my Glock, that shit gon pop
And I don't stop, till your man on top
[?] laying on top, yeah

[Verse 1: T-Streets]
Streets!
When I pull up out front, we gon rush the club
Everybody know I'm buck, so they usually show me love
Got that tooly full of whole slugs, if a n***a hold a grudge
When you fuck with Weezy baby, you got the hoes in love
Get the lute and run, this is T-Streets, motherfucker
Keep your eyes on my piece while I speak, motherfucker
I eat, sleep shit trouble
A n***a ain't crazy, I just want my shit double
She can't be my lady, I just want them lips from them
She gon do my clique, or [?]
Just [?] spent
Sittin on the hood, [?]
Flippin up your hood with thhe fullest
How your bitch gon say [?]
We just good, getting it good
That's why I bring the hood to your home, motherfucker
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
You can find me in the club, pocket full of blunts
To the HIV, [?]
And I'm into getting head, I ain't tryna love and fuck
[?] help me get stuck
You can find me on the block, fist full of rocks
And with my hand on my Glock, that shit gon pop
And I don't stop, till your man on top
[?] laying on top, yeah

[Verse 2: Gudda Gudda]
Gudda!
Each hand a pistol, Gudda Gudda street man official
Sweep with vengence, I rep the land of killers
[?]
[?]
[?]
But we only go to war about family issues
So when we hit you, [?]
Man they twist you, damb near flip you
[?]
And I ain't playing if my hands are sizzling
[?]
All I'm saying is Gudda man rise to the motherfuckin bridge is over
The bridge is over, yeah
Gotta keep my head to the clouds [?]
[?]
And the heater putting broozes on my hip
I wish a n***a would trip [?]
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
You can find me in the club, pocket full of blunts
To the HIV, [?]
And I'm into getting head, I ain't tryna love and fuck
[?] help me get stuck
You can find me on the block, fist full of rocks
And with my hand on my Glock, that shit gon pop
And I don't stop, till your man on top
[?] laying on top, yeah

[Verse 3: Kidd Kidd]
Kidd!
I hit the club, where the bitches at?
You know when I come through, the thug n***as [?]
[?]
[?] slugs [?]
[?]
Where your clicque at, motherfucker
You are what you eat, straight pussy
So I don't pay attention to the shit you say to me
I'm in my zone till I'm [?]
Ain't a n***a in my clique [?]
And we don't ball [?]
We know how to survive off comisary
And I'm one of a kind man, not your normal artist [?]
Me and my squad tight like Tom and Jerry
On the set where we get wetter than leaks
We get a new freak and hit her for free
Every show smoke og
And I ain't gon fuck them if [?]