Tear da Club Up Thugs feat. Fatal Paper Chase 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
  • [Hook: Fatal] 2x
    When it's on then it's on, it can't be erased
    Tear Da Club Up Thugs and Fatal, we on a Paper Chase

    [Verse 1: Fatal]
    Never wastin' em
    Had a slug bug chasin' em
    Spin em before they spun
    The M-1, close-casin' em
    Defacin em like county property
    He'd die for me
    Spittin' on your whole image, I rob you and make a mockery
    Yo ya see that party by Haus Cucasimenas
    Trife on that ass
    Who better hit the ground fizast
    Fuck that financially
    Fatal stable satanically
    Mash on your little stash niggas testin' the family
    Play the eddie cane with your petty game
    Breakin' ya un-ready friend when you fuck with who-freddy sein
    Nigga dip off blood, I get that back and let the free fall
    Hit ya with six shots, let you in bail ass hits off
    Fatal Hussein, from the cradle to the grave
    Tokin' like big Suge till every label know my name
    And they ask 'Whats up with Yak and who shot Pac?
    And who rode on you tryin' to test the block'

    [Hook: Fatal] 2x
    When it's on then it's on, it can't be erased
    Tear Da Club Up Thugs and Fatal, we on a Paper Chase

    [Verse 2: DJ Paul]
    What the fuck!
    Those niggas bailin out of range rovers
    Lucky Louisiana, lucky as a fuckin fully clothed camera boy
    The cast there, hangin mother fucker sat there
    Sayin now she was a tear da little homies at chess game
    Dodge all my life, these niggas no good the trigger man
    Fatal flaw man from another hood doin yeah
    Those are the rules in this mafia race
    Tear Da Club up Thugs mash down on a g-string...

    [Verse 3: Juicy J]
    When we drop
    Always keep them cocked
    Make them things pop
    On the block
    Niggas never stop
    Tryin’ to run cops
    Out the hood, Niggas no good
    Ridin’ in the wood
    With the grain, fatal hussein
    Gonna bring the pain
    Put the coo to your 40 brew
    Robbers on the loose
    Nothing new cuz we let em out
    If we fight or shoot
    All you hoes weak
    And I know do you wanna roll
    With these thugs livins
    In the blood ghetto hesito foo

    [Gangsta Pat Sample]
    Break out artillery, hide the mother fuckin' product
    Break out artillery, hide the mother fuckin' product

    [Hook: Fatal] 2x
    When it's on then it's on, it can't be erased
    Tear Da Club Up Thugs and Fatal, we on a Paper Chase

    [Verse 4: Lord Infamous]
    Now it is time to get rough with the drama
    Bitches you cannot escape from the hunter
    Evil scarecrow
    Devil spells go
    Deep in my soul
    Blood on my clothes
    Criminal hands and I must squeeze a weapon
    Listen to sounds of the lead when we steppin'
    Infamous comes from the south territory
    Listen to some of my demonic poetry
    Circles of Triple Six men smokin' ganja
    Ritual with dead bodies on the furniture
    So many soldiers are coming to destroy ya
    Six million sinister satanic warriors
    Ill still, feel drill, will kill, nina-milli, flame a philly
    I will fill the enemy with about twenty slugs
    To the mug, one more trick in the mud quick
    I want all my Tear Da Club Up Thugs to rip this shit

    [Hook: Fatal] (fading out)
    When it's on then it's on, it can't be erased
    Tear Da Club Up Thugs and Fatal, we on a Paper Chase

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