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Tear da club up nigga tear da club up



(DJ Paul)

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 4 5 and the 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 tech and blow dem bastards down

Juice wit the two 9's like a nigga name Shae

On the move we shoot 'em up so hard they feel the pain

I thought you knew that I'm from Memphis where the shit is so thick

When at the club we got so bucked we try to tear up sum shit

Gangsta Boo da gangsta bitch wit the 357

Our main goal in life is an opposite heaven

Triple 6 bitch!



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(Lord Infamous)

Deadly

We should begin to come close to da killa dimentions

Niggas get lynchin' from the Triple 6 anti-christians

May I mention

The slugs I steadily blast cause im unmerciful

Bullets that bombin' an enemy nigga

See death is unreversable

Hardness is your fantasy

Death is not fiction on you bitches

Fuck around and find you wannabe ass out with the morticians

Executions style buck in yo head while ya beg on yo knees

Await till you bustas lay deadin' the mourg and chillin' in cold freezers

Teflon and the tradin' an the penalties that leave punishment

Then me and my Triple 6 are gonna blow an ounce of blue hair trick

I could give a fuck less bitch im glad that you dead and gone

Three 6 Mafia sign out names on niggas fuckin' tombstones

Memphis is the fuckin city where Lord Infamous loves to bail

And just like I said before

Bitch come with Me to Hell

Everybody in this you niggas know what's up

Lemme see can all you muthafuckas tear dis club up



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(Juicy "J")

Tear da club up nigga tear da club up

All these playa hatas in the club got us fucked up

Yes

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

When I pull em out ya muthafuckas betta haul ass

Paul thowin' chairs in tha air

Koopsta locin' up

Fly takin' cash from yo ass

Mr. Stick em up

Fuck da damn sucurity

Fuck a muthafuckin cop

If they kick me out da club

I'll buck 'em in tha parkin' lot

Grab the club on 'em put the rich bitch

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 fuckin' wall

Shootin tones at them fools

Till them jealous bustas fall

Fuck these niggas testin' pimpin'

We gon' burry all you hoes

Slicin' bitches right in half

Stompin 'em straight through tha floor

Niggas talkin plenty shit

But they aint buck enough

We gon' get some dynamite and blow this muthafucka up



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