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 niggas hate me
 Im 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 nigga 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, nigga 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 wanna 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 nigga, elbow a nigga
 Cock 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 nite 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