Three 6 Mafia - Tear Da Club Up (Da Real) lyrics

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Chorus x12

Tear the club up, nigga tear the club up

This for all the playas who be talkin' that shit

The 3-6 show no love

We quick to murder a trick

You could be a friend or foe

Kinda down or not

I'm rollin' wit that fool Crunchy and we got them glocks

Backed up, bout' a 4-5 and a 38

You wanna take this click

Don't won't fool it'll be a mistake

Chris bring the mosperd with the slugs n' shit

We got some graves for your body

Already dug n' shit

Ingamous grab the cali with a hundred rounds

Koopsta load the tank

And blow the bastards down

Juice with the 2 nines like the nigga Nashay

On the move shoot em' up

So so they feel the pain

I thought you knew

That I'm from Memphis where this shit is so thick

When at the club we gets some bud

We try to tear up some shit

Gangsta Boo the gangsta bitch with the 3-57

The main goal in life

Is a opposite heaven

Triple 6 bitch

Chorus x8

Deadly

We should begin

And come close to the killer dimensions

Niggas gettin' mentions

From the Triple 6 acting christians

May I mention

Thugstas I said (??) are merceful

I'm a step on the enemy

Niggas see death is unreversable

Hard decision

Afraid to see death is not fiction

On you bitches

Fuck around and find you want to be kiss as with the mortition

Executional style buck in your head

While your beggin' on your knees, uh

Better you bustas flip to the morge

And the chillin' in the cold freezers

(??) His deadly punishment

Then me and my Triple 6

We go and blow a house up

Do that trick

I can give a fuck

Unless bitch I'm glad that you dead and gone

Three 6 Mafia signed out

So make us fuckin' tombstones

Memphis is fuckin' city

Where Lord Infamous loves to ball

And just like I said before

Bitch some with me to hell

Everybody in this house

You niggas know wussup

Let me see can you motherfuckin' tear this club up

Chorus x8

Tear the club up

Nigga tear the club up

All these playa hatas in the club

Got us fucked up

I'm that nigga with them two nines

Ready to blast

When I pull a mag

You motherfuckers better haul ass

Paul throwin' chest in the air

Koopsta locin' up

Fly take the cash from your ass

Mr. stick em' up

Fuck the def security

Fuck a motherfuckin' cop

If they take me out the club

I buck em' in the parking lot

Grab the club

On the quick the wrist bitch

In the trunk

Take him out and take his money

Then I spit on the punk

Now I'm crunk

Break em' bottles up against the fuckin' wall

Shoe tones

Leather fools to them jealous (??)

Fuck these niggas

Test that pimp

And we gon' bury all you hoes

Lacin' bitches right in half

Started em' straight

Through the floor

Niggas talkin' plenty shit

But they ain' buck enough

We gon' get some dinamite

And blow this motherfucker up

Chorus x8

Yeah