Dj Paul - Tear da Club up lyrics

[Verse 1: DJ Paul] This goes out to playa haters who be talkin' that sh** I hold yo head down and I f** you like a convict b**h You could me my roadie or foe, kinda down or not I'm rollin' with a n***a named Crunchy like to clown alot Backed up by the four-five and the thirty-eight Automatic G-L-O plus the C and the K Chris bring a Mossberg with the slugs and sh** We got some graves for your body already dug and sh** Infamous grab the Cali with a hundred rounds Koopsta load the Tec and blow them ba*tards down Juicy with the two Nines like that n***a named Shae On the move we shoot them up so they feel the pain I thought you knew that I'm from Memphis Where the sh** is so thick When at the club we get so buck We try to tear up sum sh** ..... [Verse 2: Lord Infamous] As I cut, guts poor Blood washes from the shore To the sand, as a thousand veins Slither through my hand Could not withstand a man From the underland of pain As his brains hit the grains And I bury the remains with my fangs Piercing through a b**hes jugular Infamous bangin' with psychotic serial k**ers The Triple Six murderers Not leaving enough to put in a tea cup When I'm ready to cook, and I rip up the hook Cause these n***as get tripped by the Infamous crook And the Mafia villain would f** up a rookie Drop him to his knees with a N-I-N-E Slug, gets dug and bloody up your rug Because me really love to make a stang Mr. high capper don't make me touch ya mane I got the scope, but not the kind that k**s bad breath I got the kind that likes to f** up ya good health Everybody in this b**h lets rip some sh** up I don't give a f**, it ain't my stuff You can tear this club up