Tear sh*t Up lyrics

[Intro]
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Hard Truth Solder Radio
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[Verse 1 – Paris]
You in tune to the most dangerous crew on file
Who get mashed mash on—b*tch, get wild
With these field n*gga serenades, we break wide
In the land of the weak, home of the slave, we rise
To protect. They servin' us with sticks and shots
But who protect us from these murderous cops?
Who’s heroes? You could keep your flags—I'm out
I'll wrap a chain around the precinct and burn sh*t down
f*ck the police, I'm thinkin' how to feed my seed
Bumping DP’s, bailin' down the block on D's
It's the same sh*t every day
Seem the more a n*gga build, they wanna take away
Like a slave, when you can't eat you can't sleep
Can't seem to find peace. Only thing the streets see is police and poverty
b*tch, don't start with me—I can't fade
The bullsh*t noise that the radio play
Where the world wanna be like and talk like and act like
And rap like the black life is all gats and crack pipes
I’ll spit right. n*gga, what? My sh*t’s tight
Who snitched. n*gga or b*tch to choose sides
When we roam, we beat back Attack of the Clones
What kinda sh*t y’all n*ggas is on? We hit home
And spill so the people could feel this real talk
From the Bay and all them between to New York
Holla
[Hook]
What we gotta do is tear sh*t up (x8)

[Verse 2 – Paris]
This the way we bomb when we come around
Still keep it on the map for the underground
f*ck the system, I'mma holla with a black fist
It's hard truth. Where my soldiers? We still blitz
And who's who with these gangstas, see a vet
These rap n*ggas or the government? Take a guess
See, we blessed with the speech that could reach oppressed communities
Worldwide, so we don't waste time. We stress freedom
And serve 'em with the style (what)
Motherf*ck smilin' (what)
Who wanna ride (what)
Rally up the crowd (what)
Full hollow tips (what)
Cyanide squibs (what)
Power to the people with rocks, banana clips
See us struggle for the streets, motherf*ck the bling
Nowadays, radio make it harder to bring
Real sh*t to the people—it's deeper than me
They entice with the conflict, ice, and blow trees
Corporatized by the vile—they smile and fill
Black bodies in the pen—it's the men they kill
3 strikes, whose life? Not my life, yours
Put the men in the prison, turn the women to whores
Ignore cries of the people—but time is up
Stay tuned for the sequel—we buildin' to bust
Goin' AWOL. f*ck all laws—I wanna attack
This bullsh*t, hold 'em accountable for they acts
[Hook]
What we gotta do is tear sh*t up (x8)

[Verse 3: M-1, dead prez]
Militant and political, Guevara M-1
I wipe the smile off you many mouths, meld like a gun
And I remember '99, goin' on tour with Big Pun
Gettin' this fast rap cash from them six-week runs
See, I done learned from them generals with wild entourages
f*ckin' like rabbits but don't wanna be fathers
f*ckin' up they hotel room, stay on some star sh*t
Know your role, play you position—rule 4
You know you can't fade it, it's gang truce-related
We bang for change, hittin'—no game, you can't hate it
I wanna slap Bush and his mammy
For how he did the Haitians in Miami
That's my fam—coupe tete boule kay
So please die, cracka die
That's for 22 generations of genocide
You see that's why we get high—just to get by
See, we sit and wait until it's dark outside and then we ride
On our enemies. You can depend on me
If you a pig, then you can't be no friend of me
See, it's been 33 years since Fred been gone
He was murdered on the same day Jay-Z was born
For real. 12-4-69. Same year
When they take one from us, then another appears
We gon' take this time to commemorate
NRD: National Revolutionary Day. Say:
[Hook]
What we gotta do is tear sh*t up (x8)