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tear da club up (original version) - three 6 mafia lyrics

[hook]
tear da club up, n-gga tear da club up
tear da club up, n-gga tear da club up
tear da club up, n-gga tear da club up
tear da club up, n-gga tear da club up
tear da club up, n-gga tear da club up
tear da club up, n-gga tear da club up
tear da club up, n-gga tear da club up
tear da club up, n-gga tear da club up
tear da club up, n-gga tear da club up
tear da club up, n-gga tear da club up
tear da club up, n-gga tear da club up
tear da club up, n-gga tear da club up
tear da club up, n-gga tear da club up
tear da club up, n-gga tear da club up
tear da club up, n-gga tear da club up
tear da club up, n-gga tear da club up

[verse 1: dj paul]
this goes out to playa haters
who be talkin’ the sh-t
i hold yo head down and i f-ck you
like a convict b-tch
you can be my real ho
kind of down, or not
i’m rollin wit’ a n-gga 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-t
we got some graves for ya body
already dug and sh-t
infamous, grab the cali with a hundred rounds
koopsta, load the tech and blow them b-st-rds down
juicy with the two nines, like the n-gga named shine
on them movies, shootin’ em up so bad they k!lled sometimes
i thought you knew that i’m from memphis
where this sh-t is so thick
quit actin’ foe, we get so buck
we try to tear up some sh-t
get on that hustle and cheese
ridin’ clean in old car
so what the f-ck you standin’ there
look like tryina steal yo car
you better find a real n-gga
who done lic’d you up
put the tone up to your head
and make her spit it up
(fades, bad recording)
a rusty -ss thirty-third
will cold split yo brains, b-tch

[verse 2, lord infamous]
as i cut, guts pour
blood washes from the sh0r-
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-tches jugular
infamous thangs, with psychotic serial
k!llas, the triple-six murderers
i leave ’em another penalty
covered, i’m ready to cook
and i pick up the hook
cause these n-ggas 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 bl–dy 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!lls bad breath
i got the kind that likes to cut quick your good health
everybody in this b-tch just whip some sh-t up
i don’t give a f-ck, it ain’t my stuff
you can tear this club up

[hook]
tear da club up, n-gga tear da club up
tear da club up, n-gga tear da club up
tear da club up, n-gga tear da club up
tear da club up, n-gga tear da club up
tear da club up, n-gga tear da club up
tear da club up, n-gga tear da club up
tear da club up, n-gga tear da club up
tear da club up, n-gga tear da club up
tear da club up, tear da club up n-gga
tear da club up, tear da club up n-gga
tear da club up, tear da club up n-gga
tear da club up, tear da club up n-gga
tear da club up, tear da club up n-gga
tear da club up, tear da club up n-gga
tear da club up, tear da club up n-gga
tear da club up, tear da club up n-gga

- three 6 mafia lyrics

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