Tear This Bitch Up

Lyrics

[Intro: Dogmatic] What?! [Verse 1: Dogmatic] Yo, I'm the first nigga to come and the last to leave First dude to pull a Dillinger from under my sleeve Take it out and take out about 10 MC's Run they cheese, now I'm rolling chrome on these Homo please, Dogmatic party with these Freak bitches but I don't want no parts of disease So I strap up my Jimmy and put Remy in me VIP in the back of Chocolate City THC all in my pee, I'm blazed up, 151 Proof in Proof's cup We sparking blunts, smacking bitches on the butt in the club, punk! 'Cause the owner know what's up Get fucked up! If I said "Detroit What!" Niggas smoke up, smash liquor out ya cup Get ya throat cut, straight flipping shit over D-Matic and D12 in a Range Rover [Chorus: Proof & Dogmatic] Fuck them bouncers in this bar! We will tear this bitch up! Fuck them hoes and them cars! We will tear this bitch up! Fuck the law and the vice! We will tear this bitch up! Fuck your life and your ice! We will tear this bitch up! [Verse 2: Proof] There's a seed to be born that's evil, deceitfully scorned Is your people informed? They need to be warned Read on my arm D12 hitting weed in a bong That'll stuff you until your fucking breathing is gone Your moms scream "Leave him alone" Show up at your gravesite and pee on your stone I'll mash your pastor, what you think the mag is fo'? Is when we blast yo' little asshole Was bucking as a freshman in my D-Dot days Back when this nigga Head was E not Cage Run up in your club, put a gun up in your mug Hot slugs that dug through your stomach and your lungs With Dogmatic, say it backwards without the T See I am God, throughout the D Just hear my name "Proof" will run piss down your leg Grab a bottle and bust a bouncer's head [Chorus: Proof & Dogmatic] Fuck them bouncers in this bar! We will tear this bitch up! Fuck them hoes and them cars! We will tear this bitch up! Fuck the law and the vice! We will tear this bitch up! Fuck your life and your ice! We will tear this bitch up! [Verse 3: Dogmatic & Proof] One, Two, Three and to the Fo' Me and Big Proof chipped your tooth at the show Flipping over tables spilling Henny 'n Mo That's what the fuck you freaks be feeling me fo'! (What?) Ready to buck, with the pettiest thug "He alive as hell", you said that it was Hit his head with the slugs, he bled his blood You be a dead-ass nigga in a dead-ass club Dudey what's up? Detroit taking shit over Crunching through the industry like a bulldozer We the new school fool, my hot shit colder We muscle punks for big faces and fold 'em over I'm Sicknoted, a raw savage Put a Moet bottle to y'all cabbage (What?) Which one of y'all thugs wanna cause static With Big Proof and that fool? Dogmatic! [Chorus: Proof & Dogmatic] Fuck them bouncers in this bar! We will tear this bitch up! Fuck them hoes and them cars! We will tear this bitch up! Fuck the law and the vice! We will tear this bitch up! Fuck your life and your ice! We will tear this bitch up! Fuck them bouncers in this bar! We will tear this bitch up! Fuck them hoes and them cars! We will tear this bitch up! Fuck the law and the vice! We will tear this bitch up! Fuck your life and your ice! We will tear this bitch up!