Tear Da Club Up Thugs

Tear Da Club Up Thugs - Paper Chase songtekst

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[fatal]

When it's on then it's on

It can't be erased

Tear da club up thugs and fatal

On a paper chase



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-1close-casin' em

Defacin em like county property

He'd die for me

Spittin' on your whole imageI 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 niggaz 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 bloodI get that back and let the free fall

Hit ya with six shotslet you in bail ass hits off

Fatal husseinfrom 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'



Chorus x 2



Verse 2

[dj paul]

What the fuck!

Those niggaz bailin out of range rovers

Lucky louisianalucky as a fuckin fully clothed camera boy

The cast therehangin mother fucker sat there

Sayin now she was a tear da little homies at chess game

Dodge all my lifethese niggaz 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 it comin'

Make em think tough

On the block

Niggaz never stop

Tryin' to run const

Out the hoodniggaz no good

Ridin' in the wood

With the game fatal hussein

Gonna bring the pain

Put the coo to your 40 brew

Brothers 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



[lord infamous]

Break out our jewerly hide the mother fuckin' product

Break out our jewerly hide the mother fuckin' product



Chorus



Verse 4

[juicy j]

Now it is time to get rough with the drama

Bitches you cannot escape from the heart-a

Evil scarecrow

Devil spells go

Deep in my soul

Put on my clothes

I scrip little hands and I must squeeze the whelpin'

Listen to sounds of the lit when we step in

F from us comes from the south territory

Listen to some of my d-money poetry

Circles a tripplus it's me smokin' ganja

Rich almost ripped tear by these on the furniture

So many soldiers are coming to destroy you

Six million sinister satanic warriors

Ill still feel drill will kill ninni-milli flama philly

I will fill the enemy with up by twenty slugs

To the mugfour more tricks in the mud quick

I want all my tear da club thugs to rip this shit



Chorus (fades out)                      
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