Tear da club up  nigga tear da club up

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

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 (Lord Infamous)
 Deadly
 We should begin to come close to da killa dimentions
 Niggas get lynchin' from the Triple 6 anti-christians
 May I mention
 The slugs I steadily blast cause im unmerciful
 Bullets that bombin' an enemy nigga
 See death is unreversable
 Hardness is your fantasy
 Death is not fiction on you bitches
 Fuck around and find you wannabe ass 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 fuck less bitch im glad that you dead and gone
 Three 6 Mafia sign out names on niggas fuckin' tombstones
 Memphis is the fuckin city where Lord Infamous loves to bail
 And just like I said before
 Bitch come with Me to Hell
 Everybody in this you niggas know what's up
 Lemme see can all you muthafuckas tear dis club up

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 (Juicy "J")
 Tear da club up nigga tear da club up
 All these playa hatas in the club got us fucked up
 Yes
 I'm the nigga with them two 9's ready to blast
 When I pull em out ya muthafuckas betta haul ass
 Paul thowin' chairs in tha air
 Koopsta locin' up
 Fly takin' cash from yo ass
 Mr. Stick em up
 Fuck da damn sucurity
 Fuck a muthafuckin cop
 If they kick me out da club
 I'll buck 'em in tha parkin' lot
 Grab the club on 'em put the rich bitch
 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 fuckin' wall
 Shootin tones at them fools
 Till them jealous bustas fall
 Fuck these niggas testin' pimpin'
 We gon' burry all you hoes
 Slicin' bitches right in half
 Stompin 'em straight through tha floor
 Niggas talkin plenty shit
 But they aint buck enough
 We gon' get some dynamite and blow this muthafucka up

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