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Three 6 Mafia Mystic Stylez Tear Da Club Up Chorus 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! Chorus (Lord Infamous) Deadly We should begin to come close to da killa dimentions Niggas getting 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 Executioner 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 penetrating an the penalties that leave punishment Then me and my Triple 6 we 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 house you niggas know what's up Lemme see can all you muthafuckas tear dis club up Chorus (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 owner, 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 Chorus |
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