Three 6 Mafia - Tear Da Club Up 07 lyrics
Chorus Tear da club up, n***a tear da club up (DJ Paul) This for all the playa haters who be talkin' that sh** The Three 6 show no love we quick to murder a trick You could be a friend or foe Kinda down or not I'm rollin with tha fool Crunchy and we got them glocks Backed up by da 4-5 and the 38 You want to take this click to war Fool it'll be a mistake Chris bring the mossberg with the slugs and sh** We got some graves for ya body already dug and sh** Infamous grab the cali with a 100 rounds Koopsta load da tech and blow dem ba*tards down Juice wit the two 9's like a n***a name Shae On the move we shoot 'em up so hard they feel the pain I thought you knew that I'm from Memphis where the sh** is so thick When at the club we got so bucked we try to tear up sum sh** Gangsta Boo da gangsta b**h wit the 357 Our main goal in life is an opposite heaven Triple 6 b**h! Chorus (Lord Infamous) Deadly We should begin to come close to da k**a dimensions n***as get lynchin' from the Triple 6 anti-christians May I mention The slugs I steadily blast cause I'm unmerciful Bullets that bombin' an enemy n***a See d**h is unreversable Hardness is your fantasy d**h is not fiction on you b**hes f** around and find you wannabe a** out with the morticians Executions style buck in yo head while ya beg on yo knees Await till you bustas lay deadin' the mourg and chillin' in cold freezers Teflon and the tradin' an the penalties that leave punishment Then me and my Triple 6 are gonna blow an ounce of blue hair trick I could give a f** less b**h I'm glad that you dead and gone Three 6 Mafia sign out names on n***as f**in' tombstones Memphis is the f**in city where Lord Infamous loves to bail And just like I said before b**h come with Me to Hell Everybody in this you n***as know what's up Lemme see can all you muthaf**as tear dis club up Chorus (Juicy "J") Tear da club up n***a tear da club up All these playa hatas in the club got us f**ed up Yes I'm the n***a with them two 9's ready to blast When I pull em out ya muthaf**as betta haul a** Paul thowin' chairs in tha air Koopsta locin' up Fly takin' cash from yo a** Mr. Stick em up f** da damn sucurity f** a muthaf**in cop If they kick me out da club I'll buck 'em in tha parkin' lot Grab the club on 'em put the rich b**h In the trunk Take 'em out and take his money then I spit on da punk Now I'm crunk Breakin bottles up against da f**in' wall Shootin tones at them fools Till them jealous bustas fall f** these n***as testin' pimpin' We gon' burry all you hoes Slicin' b**hes right in half Stompin 'em straight through tha floor n***as talkin plenty sh** But they ain't buck enough We gon' get some dynamite and blow this muthaf**a up Chorus