Tear the club up  nigga tear the club up

 This for all the playas who be talkin' that shit
 The 3 6 show no love
 We quick to murder a trick
 You could be a friend or foe
 Kinda down or not
 I'm rollin' wit that fool Crunchy and we got them glocks
 Backed up  bout' a 4 5 and a 38
 You wanna take this click
 Don't won't fool it'll be a mistake
 Chris bring the mosperd with the slugs n' shit
 We got some graves for your body
 Already dug n' shit
 Ingamous grab the cali with a hundred rounds
 Koopsta load the tank
 And blow the bastards down
 Juice with the 2 nines like the nigga Nashay
 On the move shoot em' up
 So so they feel the pain
 I thought you knew
 That I'm from Memphis where this shit is so thick
 When at the club we gets some bud
 We try to tear up some shit
 Gangsta Boo the gangsta bitch with the 3-57
 The main goal in life
 Is a opposite heaven
 Triple 6 bitch

 Chorus x8

 Deadly
 We should begin
 And come close to the killer dimensions
 Niggas gettin' mentions
 From the Triple 6 acting christians
 May I mention
 Thugstas I said (??) are merceful
 I'm a step on the enemy
 Niggas see death is unreversable
 Hard decision
 Afraid to see death is not fiction
 On you bitches
 Fuck around and find you want to be kiss as with the mortition
 Executional style buck in your head
 While your beggin' on your knees, uh
 Better you bustas flip to the morge
 And the chillin' in the cold freezers
 (??) His deadly punishment
 Then me and my Triple 6
 We go and blow a house up
 Do that trick
 I can give a fuck
 Unless bitch I'm glad that you dead and gone
 Three 6 Mafia signed out
 So make us fuckin' tombstones
 Memphis is fuckin' city
 Where Lord Infamous loves to ball
 And just like I said before
 Bitch some with me to hell
 Everybody in this house
 You niggas know wussup
 Let me see can you motherfuckin' tear this club up

 Chorus x8

 Tear the club up
 Nigga tear the club up
 All these playa hatas in the club
 Got us fucked up
 I'm that nigga with them two nines
 Ready to blast
 When I pull a mag
 You motherfuckers better haul ass
 Paul throwin' chest in the air
 Koopsta locin' up
 Fly take the cash from your ass
 Mr. stick em' up
 Fuck the def security
 Fuck a motherfuckin' cop
 If they take me out the club
 I buck em' in the parking lot
 Grab the club
 On the quick the wrist bitch
 In the trunk
 Take him out and take his money
 Then I spit on the punk
 Now I'm crunk
 Break em' bottles up against the fuckin' wall
 Shoe tones
 Leather fools to them jealous (??)
 Fuck these niggas
 Test that pimp
 And we gon' bury all you hoes
 Lacin' bitches right in half
 Started em' straight
 Through the floor
 Niggas talkin' plenty shit
 But they ain' buck enough
 We gon' get some dinamite
 And blow this motherfucker up

 Chorus x8
 Yeah