(Hook)
Tear da club up, n***a tear da club up
Tear da club up, n***a tear da club up
Tear da club up, n***a tear da club up
Tear da club up, n***a tear da club up
Tear da club up, n***a tear da club up
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Tear da club up, n***a tear da club up
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Tear da club up, n***a tear da club up
Tear da club up, n***a tear da club up
Tear da club up, n***a tear da club up
(Verse 1, DJ Paul)
This goes out to playa haters
Who be talkin' the sh**
I hold yo head down and I f** you
Like a convict b**h
You can be my real ho
Kind of down, or not
I'm rollin wit' a n***a named Crunchy
And we got them Glocks
Backed up, by the four-five and the thirty-eight
Automatic G-L-O, plus the C and the K
Pristine old Mossburg, wit' the slugs and sh**
We got some graves for ya body
Already dug and sh**
Infamous, grab the cali with a hundred rounds
Koopsta, load the tech and blow them ba*tards down
Juicy with the two nines, like the n***a named Shine
On them movies, shootin' em up so bad they k**ed sometimes
I thought you knew that I'm from Memphis
Where this sh** is so thick
Quit actin' foe, we get so buck
We try to tear up some sh**
Get on that hustle and cheese
Ridin' clean in old car
So what the f** you standin' there
Look like tryina steal yo car
You better find a real n***a
Who done lic'd you up
Put the tone up to your head
And make her spit it up
(fades, bad recording)
A rusty a** thirty-third
Will cold split yo brains, b**h
(Hook)
Tear da club up, n***a tear da club up
Tear da club up, n***a tear da club up
Tear da club up, n***a tear da club up
Tear da club up, n***a tear da club up
Tear da club up, n***a tear da club up
Tear da club up, n***a tear da club up
Tear da club up, n***a tear da club up
Tear da club up, n***a tear da club up
(Verse 2, Lord Infamous)
As I cut, guts pour
Blood washes from the shore
To the sand, as a thousand veins slither through my hand
Could and will, stand that man
From the under-land of pain
As his brains, hit the grains
And I buried the remains
Wit' my fangs
Piercing through a b**hes jugular
Infamous thangs, with psychotic serial
k**as, the triple-six murderers
I leave 'em another penalty
Covered, I'm ready to cook
And I pick up the hook
Cause these n***as is took
By the Infamous crook
And I'm off yo embelicle
Jump off a roof, key
Choppin' through miss niece
With the N-I-N, E
Slug, gets drug
And bloody up your rug
Because we really love to make a stang
It's the high capital, make me touch ya mind
I got the scope, but not the kind that k**s bad breath
I got the kind that likes to cut quick your good health
Everybody in this b**h just whip some sh** up
I don't give a f**, it ain't my stuff
You can tear this club up
(Hook)
Tear da club up, n***a tear da club up
Tear da club up, n***a tear da club up
Tear da club up, n***a tear da club up
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Tear da club up, tear da club up n***a
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Tear da club up, tear da club up n***a
Tear da club up, tear da club up n***a
Tear da club up, tear da club up n***a
Tear da club up, tear da club up n***a