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Tear da club up, nigga tear da club up |
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(dj paul) |
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This for all the playa haters who be talkin' that shit |
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The three 6 show no love we quick to murder a trick |
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You could be a friend or foe |
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Kinda down or not |
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I'm rollin with tha fool crunchy and we got them glocks |
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Backed up by da 4-5 and the 38 |
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You wanna take this click to war |
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Fool it'll be a mistake |
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Chris bring the mossberg with the slugs and shit |
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We got some graves for ya body already dug and shit |
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Infamous grab the cali with a 100 rounds |
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Koopsta load da tech and blow dem bastards down |
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Juice wit the two 9's like a nigga name shae |
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On the move we shoot 'em up so hard they feel the pain |
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I thought you knew that i'm from memphis where the shit is so thick |
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When at the club we got so bucked we try to tear up sum shit |
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Gangsta boo da gangsta bitch wit the 357 |
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Our main goal in life is an opposite heaven |
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Triple 6 bitch! |
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Chorus |
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(lord infamous) |
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Deadly |
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We should begin to come close to da killa dimentions |
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Niggas getting lynchin' from the triple 6 anti-christians |
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May i mention |
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The slugs i steadily blast cause im unmerciful |
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Bullets that bombin' an enemy nigga |
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See death is unreversable |
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Hardness is your fantasy |
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Death is not fiction on you bitches |
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Fuck around and find you wannabe ass out with the morticians |
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Executioner style buck in yo head while ya beg on yo knees |
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Await till you bustas lay deadin' the mourg and chillin' in cold freezers |
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Teflon penetrating an the penalties that leave punishment |
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Then me and my triple 6 we gonna blow an ounce of blue hair trick |
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I could give a fuck less bitch im glad that you dead and gone |
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Three 6 mafia sign out names on niggas fuckin' tombstones |
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Memphis is the fuckin city where lord infamous loves to bail |
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And just like i said before |
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Bitch come with me to hell |
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Everybody in this house you niggas know what's up |
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Lemme see can all you muthafuckas tear dis club up |
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Chorus |
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(juicy "j") |
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Tear da club up nigga tear da club up |
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All these playa hatas in the club got us fucked up |
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Yes |
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I'm the nigga with them two 9's ready to blast |
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When i pull em out ya muthafuckas betta haul ass |
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Paul thowin' chairs in tha air |
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Koopsta locin' up |
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Fly takin' cash from yo ass |
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Mr. stick em up |
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Fuck da damn sucurity |
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Fuck a muthafuckin cop |
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If they kick me out da club |
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I'll buck 'em in tha parkin' lot |
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Grab the club owner, put the rich bitch |
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In the trunk |
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Take 'em out and take his money then i spit on da punk |
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Now i'm crunk |
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Breakin bottles up against da fuckin' wall |
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Shootin tones at them fools |
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Till them jealous bustas fall |
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Fuck these niggas testin' pimpin' |
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We gon' burry all you hoes |
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Slicin' bitches right in half |
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Stompin 'em straight through tha floor |
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Niggas talkin plenty shit |
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But they aint buck enough |
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We gon' get some dynamite and blow this muthafucka up |
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Chorus |
