Chorus x 2

[Fatal]

When it's on then it's on

It can't be erased

Tear Da Club Up Thugs and Fatal

On a Paper Chase



When it's on then it's on

It can't be erased

Tear Da Club Up Thugs and Fatal

We on a Paper Chase



Verse 1

[Fatal]

Never wastin' em

Had a slug bug chasin' em

Spin em before they spun

The M-1, close-casin' em

Defacin em like county property

He'd die for me

Spittin' on your whole image, I rob you and make a mockery

Yo ya see that party by Haus Cucasimenas

Trife on that ass

Who better hit the ground fizast

Fuck that financially

Fatal stable satanically

Mash on your little stash niggaz testin' the family

Play the eddie cane with your petty game

Breakin' ya un-ready friend when you fuck with who-freddy sein

Nigga dip off blood, I get that back and let the free fall

Hit ya with six shots, let you in bail ass hits off

Fatal Hussein, from the cradle to the grave

Tokin' like big Suge till every label know my name

And they ask 'Whats up with Yak and who shot Pac?

And who rode on you tryin' to test the block'



Chorus x 2



Verse 2

[DJ Paul]

What the fuck!

Those niggaz bailin out of range rovers

Lucky Louisiana, lucky as a fuckin fully clothed camera boy

The cast there, hangin mother fucker sat there

Sayin now she was a tear da little homies at chess game

Dodge all my life, these niggaz no good the trigger man

Fatal flaw man from another hood doin yeah

Those are the rules in this mafia race

Tear Da Club up Thugs mash down on a g-string...



Verse 3

[Juicy J]

When we drop

Always keep it comin'

Make em think tough

On the block