Tear da Club Up Thugs Push 'em Off 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 x4

    Push 'em off, push 'em off in here



    Chorus x10

    Push 'em off, tear it up

    Push 'em off in here



    (Lord Infamous)

    You better back up off this

    We got custom made coffins

    I got a bird restin' on my desk

    Up in my office

    I gotta make it babe

    Miss rate me

    Make you *****s hate me

    I'm goin' flossin' through these last days

    My life is crazy

    You call the army, the marines

    You better call the navy

    It's Kaiser Sosate from the thugs

    And we were nominated

    Because the ***** take his slaves

    Up in the home of the great

    We gonna push the magic button

    Don't nobody behave

    So get buck, get boogie, get wild, get naughty

    We the thugs out of hell

    And he sent us to party

    Lord Infamous plus the Three 6 are pumpin in my blood

    Tear this one

    Keepin' me sober

    Tearin' at the clubs

    Kickin' tables, knockin' over chairs, gloves in the air

    Sexy darears checkin' everywhere (?)

    Off on the scrilla grind

    So I gotta lose my mind

    Tear Da Club Up Thugs

    Ghetto love till the end of time



    Chorus x10



    (DJ Paul)

    I'm finally busta free

    >From my enemies, ***** please

    Got my cheese lucky from Tennessee, Hennessy

    I be need only real, feel me

    Busta bust until he bleed

    (??) if you hear me

    Holla if you hear me

    Call you boys get your crew

    what you want to do

    Dial in, I wizon wizon better get your gizon

    Gizon is always fizon

    Fizon is still wizon

    Wizon all the women

    Diss on, diss on

    Now picture me wrong

    Up behind you

    Where'd I find you

    With a 40 cal.

    Like the silent style

    On my way now to Rodmans house

    Never happy, keep on rappin'

    Got you hot, on the dot

    In the beer boy

    Set up scores

    Plus our record spots

    Catch me not, indy pot

    Big away your stash pot

    Got me gun, in me crotch

    Burnin' cause the barrels hot

    Ratta tatta tatta tatta tatta tatta boom

    To the (??) no winnin'

    Since I do rule, boy



    Chorus x10



    (Juicy "J")

    I'm about to elbow a *****, elbow a *****

    **** the gun and pull back the trigger, pull back the trigger

    Meetiing in the parking lot

    I always wear mouth a lot

    We can go toe to toe

    To the floor, on the spot

    Hope this spot is well standed

    Left and right is how I panic

    With a chrome anna canon

    Peepin' game and now were standin'

    Only land game I hated

    Jealous cause we clockin' paper

    Plus I used to hack

    And now I'm ridin' fool, I'll see you later

    Now I see you muggin' in my face

    When I'm ridin' up

    Say you saw the late night video and tear da club up

    Hopin' and wishin'

    That the mafia is finished

    Ho yeah know

    We was in it to win it

    And to you dirty freaks, paperchasin'

    Now you on that jock

    We don't want the blunts

    that you lacin', that be gettin' you high

    But I got a knife in my pocket

    Would I roll it on

    Let the steam

    About to cut ya

    Get a hustle

    Get ya own, fool



    Chorus x10



    (repeats till end)

    Push 'em off x8

    Tear it up x8

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