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Tear Da Club Up (H-Town Version; Feat. Bun B And Jazze Pha)

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Tear the club up, nigga, tear the club up

This for all the playa haters who be talkin' that shit

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 the .45 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 shit

We got some graves for ya body already dug and shit

Infamous grab the Cali with a hundred rounds

Koopsta, load the Tech and blow dem bastards down

Juice wit' the two 9's like the nigga name Shae

On the move, we shoot 'em up so slow they feel the pain

I thought you knew that I'm from Memphis where the shit is so thick

When at the club, we got so buck, we try to tear up some shit

Gangsta Boo the gangsta bitch wit' the .357

Our main goal in life is an opposite Heaven, Triple 6, bitch

Tear the club up, nigga, tear the club up

Deadly

We should begin to come close to the killa dimensions

Niggas getting lynchings from the Triple 6 anti-Christians

May I mention

The slizzugs that I blaze, Scarecrow's unmerciful

Bullets that bombin' the enemy

Nigga, see death is unreversable

Hardness is your fantasy, death is not fictional, you bitches

Fuck around and find your wannabe gangsta ass with the mortician

Executioner style, buck in yo' head while you beg on your knees, uh

Plenty of bustas been put in the morgue

And they chillin' down in the cold freezers

Teflon penetratin' and the penalty is deadly punishment

Then me and my Triple 6 we go and blow an ounce of blue hair trick

I could give a fuck less, bitch, I'm glad that you dead and gone

Three 6 Mafia, sign our names on niggas fuckin' tombstones

Memphis is the fuckin' city where Lord Infamous loves to bail

And just like I said before, bitch, come with me to Hell

Everybody in this house, you niggas know what's up

Lemme see, can all you motherfuckas tear this club up?

Tear the club up, nigga, tear the club up

All these playa haters in the club got us fucked up, yes

I'm the nigga with them two 9's ready to blast

When I pull 'em out, you motherfuckas better haul ass

Paul thowin' chairs in tha air, Koopsta loccin' up

Fly takin' cash from yo' ass, Mr. Stick 'Em Up

Fuck the damn security, fuck a motherfuckin' cop

If they kick me out the club, I'll buck 'em in tha parkin' lot

Grab the club owner, put the rich bitch in the trunk

Take 'em out and take his money then I spit on the punk

Now I'm crunk, breakin' bottles up against the fuckin' wall

Shootin' tones at them fools 'til them jealous bustas fall

Fuck these niggas testin' pimpin', we gon' burry all you hoes

Slicin' bitches right in half, stompin' 'em straight through the floor

Niggas talkin plenty shit but they ain't buck enough

We gon' get some dynamite and blow this motherfucka up

Tear the club up, nigga, tear the club up

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Tear Da Club Up (H-Town Version; Feat. Bun B And Jazze Pha)

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