Tear da Club Up Thugs Big Business Lyrics

CrazyNDaLazDayz Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 DaLazDayz
  • 2 Who the Crunkest
  • 3 Smoked Out
  • 4 I'm Losing It
  • 5 Throw Your Sets
  • 6 Undercover Freaks
  • 7 Wet Party
  • 8 Elbow a Nigga
  • 9 Hell Naw
  • 10 Get Buck, Get Wild
  • 11 On Da Block
  • 12 What You Lookin' For
  • 13 Paper Chase
  • 14 Hypnotize Cash Money
  • 15 When God Calls Time Out
  • 16 Big Business
  • 17 When It's on It's Murder
  • 18 Push 'em Off
  • 19 Slob on My Nob
  • 20 All Dirty Hoes
  • 21 Triple Six Clubhouse
  • 22 A Niggas Worst Downfall
  • 23 Hypnotize Minds/Prophet Posse
  • 24 Comin' Up Next
  • (lord infamous)
    You got thugs on ya spot,
    Fresh out the box,
    The crowd so live,
    They comin’ in flocks

    Cuz, it’s big business, it big business bitch
    It’s big business, it big business bitch (x2)

    (lord infamous)

    As I cut, guts poor
    Blood washes from the shore
    To da sand, as a thousand veins,
    Center through my hand,
    Can I whip, stand a man
    From the underland of pain
    As his brains, hit the grains
    And I bury the remains, from my face
    Pissin through a bitches ? ? ? ,
    Infamous bring out the sack of the serial killas
    Triple six murderers
    Now leave it enough, whenever you come
    They be ready to cook, now rev up the hood
    And these niggas could to be these infamous could
    And the mafia villains would fuck up a rookie
    Drop him to his knees wit a n-i-n-e slugs, get done
    And bloody up your mug
    Because we really love to make a stand
    It’s the high capitol make me touch a man
    I got the scope, and not the kind that kills bad
    I got the kind that like to fuck up ya good health
    Everybody in this bitch lets tear some shit up
    Tear da club up thugs
    On ya spot, put’m up

    (repeat chorus 2x)

    (d. j. paul)

    I kill, kill, kill
    I murder, murder, murder
    Hater’s in my face,
    Watch a nigga hurta
    40, 40, cal,
    I pull out my back pocket
    I grab you by your neck,
    I pull it out a socket
    Range, range, range,
    Rover, rover, rover,
    Blow this fuckin’ task
    Police pull me over
    But I blast on these hoes
    Cause I’m too fuckin dangerous
    Prophet the posse,
    I doubt you hoes could hang wit us
    Killin all you nigga’s is a easy task
    You fools that last,
    I bullet proof a mazz on dat ass, I dash
    To yo muthafuckin crib,
    Soon as I find out where you live
    Flashlights see yo face
    Mario a murder case
    Roamin through the muthafuckin black haven area
    Prophet is my posse, I doubt you see something scarer
    Plenty talk shit, but they ain’t nothing but
    $100,000 cars now how you gon laugh at us

    (repeat chorus 2x)

    (juicy j)

    First I wanna grab a nigga by his neck,
    Drag him to my fuckin set,
    Take a nigga blow, and his cheese, and dem cigarettes
    Put the gun up to his nose
    Tie him up from head to toe
    Strap his body in a bag
    Throw him in a fire
    Call my nigga’s dee and blue
    Project pat, y’all know what to do
    Creep through dem streets,
    Wit dem thangs, blast on any fools
    Tear da club up thugs, in this muthafucker runnin’
    If you want to playa hate the click,
    Then your done with
    Know’n we ain’t going bitch
    Makin’ fakers dig a ditch
    Scare familys in the night
    Make’m pull the panic switch
    Comin like titanic trick
    Holycaust wit a grip
    Crazyndalazdaz I’m bout to have a fuckin fit
    Hold me back don’t let me go
    I’m high as hell and on the road
    Nigga I break off in ya house,
    And boot yo baby wit a pole
    Lunatic superstitious, on the corner like I’m pimpin
    If I see ya on the block, I’m fuckin,
    Fuckin wit the quickness

    (lord infamous)
    You got the thugs on ya spot Lyrics © OBO APRA/AMCOS

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