Lirik Lagu Tear Da Club Up - Three 6 Mafia
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ChorusTear da club up nigga tear da club up
(DJ Paul)This for all the playa haters who be talkin' that shitThe Three 6 show no love we quick to murder a trickYou could be a friend or foeKinda down or notI'm rollin with tha fool Crunchy and we got them glocksBacked up by da 4 5 and the 38You wanna take this click to warFool it'll be a mistakeChris bring the mossberg with the slugs and shitWe got some graves for ya body already dug and shitInfamous grab the cali with a 100 roundsKoopsta load da tech and blow dem bastards downJuice wit the two 9's like a nigga name ShaeOn the move we shoot 'em up so hard they feel the painI thought you knew that I'm from Memphis where the shit is so thickWhen at the club we got so bucked we try to tear up sum shitGangsta Boo da gangsta bitch wit the 357Our main goal in life is an opposite heavenTriple 6 bitch!
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(Lord Infamous)DeadlyWe should begin to come close to da killa dimentionsNiggas get lynchin' from the Triple 6 anti-christiansMay I mentionThe slugs I steadily blast cause im unmercifulBullets that bombin' an enemy niggaSee death is unreversableHardness is your fantasyDeath is not fiction on you bitchesFuck around and find you wannabe ass out with the morticiansExecutions style buck in yo head while ya beg on yo kneesAwait till you bustas lay deadin' the mourg and chillin' in cold freezersTeflon and the tradin' an the penalties that leave punishmentThen me and my Triple 6 are gonna blow an ounce of blue hair trickI could give a fuck less bitch im glad that you dead and goneThree 6 Mafia sign out names on niggas fuckin' tombstonesMemphis is the fuckin city where Lord Infamous loves to bailAnd just like I said beforeBitch come with Me to HellEverybody in this you niggas know what's upLemme see can all you muthafuckas tear dis club up
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(Juicy "J")Tear da club up nigga tear da club upAll these playa hatas in the club got us fucked upYesI'm the nigga with them two 9's ready to blastWhen I pull em out ya muthafuckas betta haul assPaul thowin' chairs in tha airKoopsta locin' upFly takin' cash from yo assMr. Stick em upFuck da damn sucurityFuck a muthafuckin copIf they kick me out da clubI'll buck 'em in tha parkin' lotGrab the club on 'em put the rich bitchIn the trunkTake 'em out and take his money then I spit on da punkNow I'm crunkBreakin bottles up against da fuckin' wallShootin tones at them foolsTill them jealous bustas fallFuck these niggas testin' pimpin'We gon' burry all you hoesSlicin' bitches right in halfStompin 'em straight through tha floorNiggas talkin plenty shitBut they aint buck enoughWe gon' get some dynamite and blow this muthafucka up
Chorus
(DJ Paul)This for all the playa haters who be talkin' that shitThe Three 6 show no love we quick to murder a trickYou could be a friend or foeKinda down or notI'm rollin with tha fool Crunchy and we got them glocksBacked up by da 4 5 and the 38You wanna take this click to warFool it'll be a mistakeChris bring the mossberg with the slugs and shitWe got some graves for ya body already dug and shitInfamous grab the cali with a 100 roundsKoopsta load da tech and blow dem bastards downJuice wit the two 9's like a nigga name ShaeOn the move we shoot 'em up so hard they feel the painI thought you knew that I'm from Memphis where the shit is so thickWhen at the club we got so bucked we try to tear up sum shitGangsta Boo da gangsta bitch wit the 357Our main goal in life is an opposite heavenTriple 6 bitch!
Chorus
(Lord Infamous)DeadlyWe should begin to come close to da killa dimentionsNiggas get lynchin' from the Triple 6 anti-christiansMay I mentionThe slugs I steadily blast cause im unmercifulBullets that bombin' an enemy niggaSee death is unreversableHardness is your fantasyDeath is not fiction on you bitchesFuck around and find you wannabe ass out with the morticiansExecutions style buck in yo head while ya beg on yo kneesAwait till you bustas lay deadin' the mourg and chillin' in cold freezersTeflon and the tradin' an the penalties that leave punishmentThen me and my Triple 6 are gonna blow an ounce of blue hair trickI could give a fuck less bitch im glad that you dead and goneThree 6 Mafia sign out names on niggas fuckin' tombstonesMemphis is the fuckin city where Lord Infamous loves to bailAnd just like I said beforeBitch come with Me to HellEverybody in this you niggas know what's upLemme see can all you muthafuckas tear dis club up
Chorus
(Juicy "J")Tear da club up nigga tear da club upAll these playa hatas in the club got us fucked upYesI'm the nigga with them two 9's ready to blastWhen I pull em out ya muthafuckas betta haul assPaul thowin' chairs in tha airKoopsta locin' upFly takin' cash from yo assMr. Stick em upFuck da damn sucurityFuck a muthafuckin copIf they kick me out da clubI'll buck 'em in tha parkin' lotGrab the club on 'em put the rich bitchIn the trunkTake 'em out and take his money then I spit on da punkNow I'm crunkBreakin bottles up against da fuckin' wallShootin tones at them foolsTill them jealous bustas fallFuck these niggas testin' pimpin'We gon' burry all you hoesSlicin' bitches right in halfStompin 'em straight through tha floorNiggas talkin plenty shitBut they aint buck enoughWe gon' get some dynamite and blow this muthafucka up
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