Tear da Club Up (Original Version) lyrics

[Hook]
Tear da club up, n*gga, tear da club up
Tear da club up, n*gga, tear da club up
Tear da club up, n*gga, tear da club up
Tear da club up, n*gga, tear da club up
Tear da club up, n*gga, tear da club up
Tear da club up, n*gga, tear da club up
Tear da club up, n*gga, tear da club up
Tear da club up, n*gga, tear da club up
Tear da club up, n*gga, tear da club up
Tear da club up, n*gga, tear da club up
Tear da club up, n*gga, tear da club up
Tear da club up, n*gga, tear da club up
Tear da club up, n*gga, tear da club up
Tear da club up, n*gga, tear da club up
Tear da club up, n*gga, tear da club up
Tear da club up, n*gga, tear da club up

[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
This goes out to playa haters who be talkin' that sh*t
I hold yo' head down and I f*ck you like a convict, b*tch
You can be my roadie or foe, kind of down, or not
I'm rollin' with a n*gga named Crunchy who like to clown a lot
Backed up, by the four-five and the thirty-eight
Automatic G-L-O, plus the C and the K
Chris, bring the Mossberg with the slugs, and sh*t
We got some graves for ya body already dug, and sh*t
Infamous, grab the Cali, with a hundred rounds
Koopsta, load the tech, and blow them bast*rds down
Juicy with the two nines, like the n*gga named Shane
On the move, we shoot 'em up so slow, they feel the pain
I thought you knew that I'm from Memphis
Where the sh*t is so thick?
When at the club, we get so buck, we try to tear up some sh*t
Get on that hustle, lay cheese, ridin' clean and no bar
So what the f*ck me and Skinny look like tryin' to steal yo' car?
You better find a real n*gga, who done lic'd you up
Put the tone up to your head, and make him split it up
'Cause f*ckin' out with the M-Town ain't the prettiest thing
My rusty ass thirty-third will cold split yo' brain, b*tch
[Hook]
Tear da club up, n*gga, tear da club up
Tear da club up, n*gga, tear da club up
Tear da club up, n*gga, tear da club up
Tear da club up, n*gga, tear da club up
Tear da club up, n*gga, tear da club up
Tear da club up, n*gga, tear da club up
Tear da club up, n*gga, tear da club up
Tear da club up, n*gga, tear da club up

[Verse 2, Lord Infamous]
As I cut, guts pour, blood washes from the shore
To the sand, as a thousand veins slither through my hand
Could not withstand a man from the under-land of pain
As his brains, hit the grains, and I buried the remains
With my fangs, piercing through a b*tches jugular
Infamous thangs, with psychotic serial
Killas, the triple-six murderers
I leave 'em another pen-en-alty
Come when I'm ready to cook, and I bring up the hook
'Cause these n*ggas is took by the Infamous crook
And I'm off of ya ville, and will f*ck up a rookie
Choppin' through his niece, with the N-I-N-E
Slug, gets dug, and bloody up your rug
Because me really love to make a stang
Mr. high-capper, don't make me touch ya, mane
I got the scope, but not the kind that kills bad breath
I got the kind that likes to f*ck up your good health
Everybody in this b*tch, just whip some sh*t up
I don't give a f*ck, it ain't my stuff
You can tear this club up
[Hook]
Tear da club up, n*gga, tear da club up
Tear da club up, n*gga, tear da club up
Tear da club up, n*gga, tear da club up
Tear da club up, n*gga, tear da club up
Tear da club up, n*gga, tear da club up
Tear da club up, n*gga, tear da club up
Tear da club up, n*gga, tear da club up
Tear da club up, n*gga, tear da club up
Tear da club up, tear da club up, n*gga
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Tear da club up, tear da club up, n*gga
Tear da club up, tear da club up, n*gga
Tear da club up, tear da club up, n*gga
Tear da club up, tear da club up, n*gga
Tear da club up, tear da club up, n*gga