Tear da Club Up

Three 6 Mafia

专辑：Mystic Stylez

歌词

Tear da club up, nigga, tear da 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 da .45 and a .38

You wanna 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 100 rounds

Koopsta load da Tec and blow them 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 get so buck we try to tear up some shit

G*****a Boo da g*****a b***h wit' the .357

Our main goal in life is an opposite heaven

Triple 6 b***h!

Tear da club up, nigga, tear da club up

Deadly

We should begin to come closer to killa dimensions

Niggas getting lynchin's from the Triple 6 anti-christians

May I mention the slizzugs that I blaze, Scarecrow's unmerciful

B****ts are bombin' da enemy nigga, see death is unreversable

Hardness is your fantasy, death is not fiction on you b*****s

F**k around and find yo wannabe g*****a ass with the mortician

Executioner style, buck in yo head while ya beg on yo knees

Plenty of bustas been put in the morgue and they chilly 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 f**k less, b***h I'm glad that you dead and gone

Three 6 Mafia sign our names on niggas f**kin' tombstones

Memphis is the f**kin' city where Lord Infamous loves to bail

And just like I said before, b***h, come with me to hell

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

Lemme see can all you muthaf**kas tear this club up

Tear da club up, nigga, tear da club up

All these playa hatas in the club got us f**ked up

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

When I pull 'em out you muthaf**kas better haul ass

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

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

F**k da damn security, f**k a muthaf**kin' cop

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

Grab the club owner, put the rich b***h in the trunk

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

Now I'm crunk, breakin' bottles up against da f**kin' wall

Shootin' tones at them fools till them jealous bustas fall

For these niggas testin' pimpin': we gon' bury all you hoes

Slicin' b*****s right in half, stompin' 'em straight through tha floor

Niggas talkin' plenty shit but they ain't buck enough

We gon' get some dynamite and blow this muthaf**ka up

Tear da club up, nigga, tear da club up