Tear Da Club Up Lyrics - Live By Yo Rep (live) - Three 6 Mafia

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 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! 

Tear da club up, nigga tear da club up 

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 I'm 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 morgue 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, I'm 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? 

Tear da club up, nigga tear da club up 

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 security, 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 ain't buck enough 

We gon' get some dynamite and blow this muthafucka up 

Tear da club up, nigga tear da club up