Big Tymers - Tear It Up lyrics

[B.G.] Baby gangsta got an A.K. With 50 shots for that a** We play it raw on V.L. If you lame you can't last No hesitation in my trigga finga is to blast Any false move will leave a n***a on their back Wodie I'm young but strictly bout my cash f** petty check I want it in thousand dollar stash I'm a n***a that's on the grind for six figures I'm a chilla but bring me out my back I'm always splita You k** me it really don't matter to lil B.Geezy It's cool whoa I'm waitin' to see my n***a L.Teezy No bullsh**tin' I f** b**hes by the pack Hoes be wishin' to watch t.v's in the Expedition Me and Lil Wayne keep it real like we supposed to It's a few n***as carros (???) that i get close to Any other I put a slug above their shoulder It ain't no secret I represent uptown soldiers [Lil Wayne] Now I be gettin' down and dirty from the U.P.T. n***a try to test bless his soul he rest in peace You mess with me and you will see how messy it be Lil Wayne hat tipped Dickies fall to my feet I done went a lot of places The same n***a that be jumpin' out some cases Yes I pull up in my Compresser (Mmm-hmm) You seen me earlier in the Lexus That's how we do it What, got something against me and my cash money brothers Yeah I thought but n***a know that I'm a young head buster I come to tear this mother...Don't say that I keep it real like a mamasita don't play that What's happenin' Shipa (???) Hot Boy gangsta rap writer I write your crew when you spit but my beats tighter My n***a Fresh come with tracks that'll move you He hit you with the *erre-check-erre-check* One-Two (Ha Ha) Now wait what where my guns at Where all my n***as who ready to bust back Now check this look: I don't think you n***as ripped ever what I can bring 20 or 30 bullets close range to your frame This h-o-t-b-o-y-u-p-t be where I'm found *inhales* Smoke on a pound and come to tear your neighborhood down Look here neggey you think you really ready? No, I hit make 'em sick like a *choghs* bad cold Lil Doogey and I ride the 4 by 4 shh n***a I'm too fast you can't slow my roll What [Mannie Fresh] Whoa Kemosabe, Big ballin is my hobby 2 b**hes in the room 2 b**hes in the lobby Baby what!? Tear this motherf**er up You don't want it in your mouth put it in your bu*t Breathe it up like town I represent down 7 ward n***a with a mean-mug frown Knock a b**h out, then wake a b**h up Then knock a b**h out again Y'all pick the b**h up I ask a b**h like Mia How the f** you gonna see a Bad a** mad a** captain b**h beater (MMMM) What's the difference between me and your pipes Please, 20 G's you dick s**in' morphodites I got the brand new car the Downtown Superstar Saint Bernard to DeVille n***a you know who i are Project pecker, scatter site wrecker Comin' out your 'Bauds hoes y'all wait a second How the f** you gonna k** this These b**hes love the willist (realist) Ask your pa who the man (Mannie in old man's voice) I ain't gonna lie, he the realist [Lil Wayne] Y'all n***as ain't ready for us Get your guns up We come and tear it up (what) Y'all n***as ain't ready for us Get your guns up We come and tear it up (what) These n***as ain't ready for us (huh) Y'all n***as ain't ready for us (what) These n***as ain't ready for us 6 figures hot boys cash money brothers (uh-uh) These n***as ain't ready for us (what) These n***as ain't ready for us We come to (what) Put your guns up We come to (what) Tear this mother up (huh)