Chorus x12
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Tear the club up, nigga tear the club up
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This for all the playas who be talkin' that shit
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The 3-6 show no love
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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' wit that fool Crunchy and we got them glocks
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Backed up, bout' a 4-5 and a 38
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You wanna take this click
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Don't won't fool it'll be a mistake
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Chris bring the mosperd with the slugs n' shit
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We got some graves for your body
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Already dug n' shit
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Ingamous grab the cali with a hundred rounds
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Koopsta load the tank
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And blow the bastards down
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Juice with the 2 nines like the nigga Nashay
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On the move shoot em' up
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So so they feel the pain
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I thought you knew
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That I'm from Memphis where this shit is so thick
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When at the club we gets some bud
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We try to tear up some shit
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Gangsta Boo the gangsta bitch with the 3-57
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The main goal in life
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Is a opposite heaven
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Triple 6 bitch
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Chorus x8
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Deadly
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We should begin
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And come close to the killer dimensions
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Niggas gettin' mentions
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From the Triple 6 acting christians
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May I mention
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Thugstas I said (??) are merceful
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I'm a step on the enemy
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Niggas see death is unreversable
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Hard decision
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Afraid to see death is not fiction
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On you bitches
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Fuck around and find you want to be kiss as with the mortition
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Executional style buck in your head
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While your beggin' on your knees, uh
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Better you bustas flip to the morge
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And the chillin' in the cold freezers
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(??) His deadly punishment
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Then me and my Triple 6
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We go and blow a house up
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Do that trick
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I can give a fuck
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Unless bitch I'm glad that you dead and gone
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Three 6 Mafia signed out
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So make us fuckin' tombstones
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Memphis is fuckin' city
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Where Lord Infamous loves to ball
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And just like I said before
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Bitch some with me to hell
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Everybody in this house
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You niggas know wussup
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Let me see can you motherfuckin' tear this club up
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Chorus x8
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Tear the club up
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Nigga tear the club up
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All these playa hatas in the club
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Got us fucked up
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I'm that nigga with them two nines
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Ready to blast
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When I pull a mag
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You motherfuckers better haul ass
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Paul throwin' chest in the air
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Koopsta locin' up
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Fly take the cash from your ass
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Mr. stick em' up
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Fuck the def security
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Fuck a motherfuckin' cop
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If they take me out the club
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I buck em' in the parking lot
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Grab the club
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On the quick the wrist bitch
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In the trunk
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Take him out and take his money
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Then I spit on the punk
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Now I'm crunk
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Break em' bottles up against the fuckin' wall
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Shoe tones
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Leather fools to them jealous (??)
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Fuck these niggas
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Test that pimp
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And we gon' bury all you hoes
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Lacin' bitches right in half
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Started em' straight
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Through the floor
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Niggas talkin' plenty shit
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But they ain' buck enough
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We gon' get some dinamite
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And blow this motherfucker up
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Chorus x8
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Yeah
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Tear Da Club Up (Da Real)
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| Three 6 Mafia |
