Tear da club up nigga, tear da club up
Slicin' bitches right in half, stompin 'em straight through tha floor
Infamous grab the cali with a 100 rounds
Paul thowin' chairs in tha air, Koopsta locin' up
Bullets that bombin' an enemy nigga
Take 'em out and take his money, then I spit on da punk
Tear da club up, nigga tear da club up
Teflon and the tradin' an' the penalties that leave punishment
Three 6 Mafia sign out names on niggas fuckin' tombstones
Yes, I'm the nigga with them, two 9's ready to blast
Executions style buck in yo head, while ya beg on yo knees
If they kick me out da club, I'll buck 'em in tha parkin' lot
This for all the playa haters who be talkin' that shit
Deadly, we should begin to come close to da killa dimentions
Juice wit the two 9's like a nigga name Shae
Gangsta Boo da gangsta bitch wit the 357
Backed up by da 4-5 and the 38
Await till you bustas lay deadin' the morgue and chillin' in cold freezers
When at the club we got so bucked, we try to tear up sum shit
Niggas get lynchin' from the Triple 6 anti-Christians
Grab the club on 'em, put the rich bitch in the trunk
Fuck these niggas testin' pimpin', we gon' burry all you hoes
Triple 6 bitch!
Lemme see, can all you muthafuckas tear dis club up?
See death is unreversable, hardness is your fantasy
You could be a friend or foe, kinda down or not
The Three 6 show no love, we quick to murder a trick
Fuck around and find you wannabe ass out with the morticians
I thought you knew that I'm from Memphis where the shit is so thick
Then me and my Triple 6 are gonna blow an ounce of blue hair trick
All these playa hatas in the club got us fucked up
Chris bring the mossberg with the slugs and shit
You wanna take this click to war, fool it'll be a mistake
Everybody in this, you niggas know what's up
Our main goal in life is an opposite heaven
Memphis is the fuckin' city where Lord Infamous loves to bail
Koopsta load da tech and blow dem bastards down
We gon' get some dynamite and blow this muthafucka up
We got some graves for ya body already dug and shit
When I pull 'em out, ya muthafuckas betta haul ass
May I mention the slugs I steadily blast 'cause I'm unmerciful
Fuck da damn security, fuck a muthafuckin' cop
Now I'm crunk, breakin' bottles up against da fuckin' wall
And just like I said before, bitch come with me to hell
Fly takin' cash from yo ass, Mr. Stick 'em up
On the move we shoot 'em up, so hard they feel the pain
Death is not fiction on you, bitches
I'm rollin' with tha fool Crunchy and we got them glocks
Tear da club up, nigga tear da club up
Niggas talkin plenty shit but they ain't buck enough
I could give a fuck less bitch, I'm glad that you dead and gone
Shootin' tones at them fools till them jealous bustas fall
