Three 6 Mafia Tear da Club Up Lyrics

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Chorus
Tear da club up, ***** tear da club up

(DJ Paul)
This for all the playa haters who be talkin' that ****
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 want to take this click to war
Fool it'll be a mistake
Chris bring the mossberg with the slugs and ****
We got some graves for ya body already dug and ****
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 ***** 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 **** is so thick
When at the club we got so bucked we try to tear up sum ****
Gangsta Boo da gangsta ***** wit the 357
Our main goal in life is an opposite heaven
Triple 6 *****!

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(Lord Infamous)
Deadly
We should begin to come close to da killa dimensions
*****s get lynchin' from the Triple 6 anti-christians
May I mention
The slugs I steadily blast cause I'm unmerciful
Bullets that bombin' an enemy *****
See death is unreversable
Hardness is your fantasy
Death is not fiction on you *****es
**** around and find you wannabe *** out with the morticians
Executions 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 and the tradin' an the penalties that leave punishment
Then me and my Triple 6 are gonna blow an ounce of blue hair trick
I could give a **** less ***** I'm glad that you dead and gone
Three 6 Mafia sign out names on *****s ****in' tombstones
Memphis is the ****in city where Lord Infamous loves to bail
And just like I said before
***** come with Me to Hell
Everybody in this you *****s know what's up
Lemme see can all you mutha****as tear dis club up

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(Juicy "J")
Tear da club up ***** tear da club up
All these playa hatas in the club got us ****ed up
Yes
I'm the ***** with them two 9's ready to blast
When I pull em out ya mutha****as betta haul ***
Paul thowin' chairs in tha air
Koopsta locin' up
Fly takin' cash from yo ***
Mr. Stick em up
**** da damn sucurity
**** a mutha****in cop
If they kick me out da club
I'll buck 'em in tha parkin' lot
Grab the club on 'em put the rich *****
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 ****in' wall
Shootin tones at them fools
Till them jealous bustas fall
**** these *****s testin' pimpin'
We gon' burry all you hoes
Slicin' *****es right in half
Stompin 'em straight through tha floor
*****s talkin plenty ****
But they ain't buck enough
We gon' get some dynamite and blow this mutha****a up

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Written by: Darnell Carlton, Jordan Houston, Lola Mitchell, Paul Beauregard, Ricky Dunigan, Robert Phillips
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